I tried to think but nothing happened!
I don't feel like a big star.
There's a category for me. I like to be referred to as a good singer of good songs in good taste.
I am not a special person. I am a regular person who does special things.
There are notes between notes, you know.
I don't know why people call me a jazz singer, though I guess people associate me with jazz because I was raised in it, from way back. I'm not putting jazz down, but I'm not a jazz singer. . . I've recorded all kinds of music, but (to them) I'm either a jazz singer or a blues singer. I can't sing a blues – just a right-out blues – but I can put the blues in whatever I sing. I might sing 'Send In the Clowns' and I might stick a little bluesy part in it, or any song. What I want to do, music-wise, is all kinds of music that I like, and I like all kinds of music.
My dream is to do whatever I want without any interference from the record company.
The key to fashion is, you don't want to look like you're trying. You've gotta be natural.
I watched the Lost series in the US and it's great.
Realizing that life is precious the natural tendency is to trample on it, like laughing at a funeral.
Come work for me, and I’ll tell you. ” My eyes went to his. “You are a thief, a cheat, a murderer, and a not-nice man,” I said calmly. “I don’t like you. ” He shrugged, the motion making him look utterly harmless. “I’m not a thief,” he said. “And I don’t mind manipulating you into working for me when I need it. ” He smiled, showing me perfect teeth. “I enjoy it, actually.