You must learn to discipline your disappointment.
I'm reserved, so I've always needed to find a way of opening up. Jazz helped me do that.
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 enjoy the more floaty, exposed, elegant singing.
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.
What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.
We go through our careers and things happen to us. Those experiences made me what I am.
After dinner, I become afraid despite myself. I know I should be joyous, for this reunion is the proof that love can still be ours, but I know the bell has tolled this evening. The sun has long since set and the thief is about to come, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I stare at her and wait and live a lifetime in these last remaining moments.
The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.