If You Don't Have Music, You Have

There's Very Little I Can Sing Now. When I Asked My First Voice Teacher, Who Was The Best One, "when Will I Know When To Stop Singing?" He Said, "your Voice Will Tell You." And It Is Very, Very Difficult To Sing Now.

I've Been Obsessed With Stopping People From Blowing Each Other's Brains Out Since I Was Ten.

Seeing You Sleeping Peacefully On Your Back Among Your Stuffed Ducks, Bears And Basset Hounds, Would Remind Me That No Matter How Good The Next Day Might Be, Certain Moments Were Gone Forever Because We Could Not Go Backwards In Time.

My Life Is A Crystal Teardrop. There Are Snowflakes Falling In The Teardrop And Little Figures Trudging In Slow Motion.

I Think I Would Have Had An Easier Time Of It If I Had Had Training Much Earlier. Because When I Got To The Training, It Was In My Late 30s And I Already Probably Had Every Bad Habit A Singer Could Have. In Fact, It Still Goes On. It's Un-training Those Habits And Retraining New Ones - The Breathing, The Relaxation, The Tongue, The Lungs, The Everything.