Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.
When I sing, the sound is a totally different range, color, all of it. It's all about the breath. You take in a breath and you make a sound.
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.
I think most of the art now is involved with a denial of any kind of absolute morality, or general morality.
If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you.
The habit of common and continuous speech is a symptom of mental deficiency. It proceeds from not knowing what is going on in other people's minds.
Currently, it was leading him through a neighborhood that was on the downside of whatever curve you hoped you'd bought your property on the upside of. Graffiti and garbage were everywhere here. They were everywhere in the city, if it came to that, but elsewhere the garbage was better quality, and the graffiti was close to being correctly spelled. The whole area was waiting for something to happen, like a really bad fire.