I want a sword not a knitting needle -Kalen
I enjoy the more floaty, exposed, elegant singing.
Music was language in our house. It was air. . . . . I feel certain that if I absorbed any lessons at all in the first months and years of my life, they must have been about the work that went into making a beautiful sound.
I haven't really been able to transfer into that extraordinarily other worldly creature, other than I hope on stage.
I don't like to sing loud.
I would love to do more private concerts.
I want to keep my voice young, with nothing heavy.
All civilizations become either spacefaring or extinct.
I'm a realist and I always have been.
Nothing is more admirable than the fortitude with which millionaires tolerate the disadvantages of their wealth.
I must consider more closely this cycle of good and bad days which I find coursing within myself. Passion, attachment, the urge to action, inventiveness, performance, order all alternate and keep their orbit; cheerfulness, vigor, energy, flexibility and fatigue, serenity as well as desire. Nothing disturbs the cycle for I lead a simple life, but I must still find the time and order in which I rotate.