I Want To Keep My Voice Young,

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.

My Mother Was The Worst Kind Of Stage Mother. She Would Make Me And My Younger Sister And Brother Little Duckling Costumes And Put Us In Kiddie Shows.

I'm Not Exactly An Angry Young Person.

We Are Unique, Each Human Voice, Not Because We Are Completely Self-generated, But Because Of Who We Choose To Assemble The Countless Factors That Made Us.

An Interpretation Exists Because Of What We Find Between The Notes.