Friendship. . . is like pain. Explaining it is impossible.
In committing to artistic growth, you have to refine your skills to support your instincts.
I thought everybody could sing, because everybody in my family could.
I'm a chameleon. I can change my voice a lot. I always was able to, because in my family's music I was a harmony singer, and harmony singing is really hard.
I believe in the empirical wisdom of science, just to start with, so I hope that there might be some treatment out there that might be helpful.
When you sing the same song over and over and over again, it stops meaning what it originally meant to you. It starts sounding like white noise, or my washing machine.
We've got blue light, we've got all this light flooding our bedrooms and things blinking, and you can't get a decent night's sleep.
I was brought up in a household with sir and ma'am.
Sometimes when the wind is blowing in my hair, I cry because its coolness is too beautiful
I don’t need help because if I can’t help myself I can’t be helped.
Relationships that begin in passion's raging fire often end in the coldest ashes.