I always said when I was younger, I wanted to write film music, and I think that's what my ultimate dream is.

I like pastels and lighter shades on darker skins. I feel like it lifts everything and accentuates being chocolate.

I respect hippos. They just look the way they do; they can't do anything about it, but they don't seem bothered.

I love church buildings, particularly cathedrals, and I like living in spaces that remind me of music or evoke that creative energy.

My songs are very personal, which means they are fantastically therapeutic to write, but performing them night after night is emotionally draining.

Who made you the center of the universe?

Taxi drivers used to ask me what kind of music I did, and I'd say, 'Well, it's kind of jazz, soul, classical' - but that makes no sense to anyone.

My parents encouraged us to commit to things, so if we wanted to learn an instrument, it was all the grades and all the theory.

I write songs from the heart, and I don't hold back.

I really love jazz, but I will never be a jazz musician as much as I dream. But, I think that the jazz music I love is there in my music.

You don't have to aim to be the best of everything, thinking that one day you're going to be the top of the world; I don't think it exists.

There exists a sacred strength for every great accomplishment.

And now we both blushed, because things like changing one’s garments should not be discussed among a Queen and one of her subjects.

In our family, as far as we are concerned, we were born and what happened before that is myth.

I think science is real. And I think it's important that we grip this and deal with it, both at home and abroad.

We're going to do our part and we'll win because we're on God's side.

The minotaur more than justifies the existence of the labyrinth.

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

God only promises to bless the nation that recognizes His authority.

It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow