I feel as though I can get an end result that works for me, but as far as recording techniques, I don't feel that confident in my abilities.

I can really only can record at home.

I'm always anxious in introducing sounds that don't originate with the cello.

Last time I was recording, I was trying to loop on the computer, but it's really difficult because it's really different from looping on hardware.

People tend to eat through the cello. They tend to take out the things that make it beautifully cello-y sometimes.

I saw Grizzly Man; I know what can happen.

I have totally like an urbanite relationship to nature. I mean I'm not someone who hikes.

I don't really understand the natural world, I admire it and am a little bit afraid of its power.

I feel like we as human beings are trampling all over the natural world, but at the same time, we are totally in its power.

I've been making the recordings for a long time, and I have tons and tons of them. I'm like a digital hoarder or something - everything is on like hard drives and whatever.

I'm really not working in a environment that's sonically pristine. It's not a conventional studio, obviously; it's a bit ramshackle.

Character determines fate.

Patriotism for the sake of is like choosing sides in a war based on the color of their uniforms.

I've always liked to go down a different path. Being a woman of color, I never followed a cookie cutter way.

Anyone in the humor business isn't thinking clearly if he doesn't surround himself with idea people. Otherwise, you settle for mediocrity - or you burn yourself out.

Greatest thing in life: Winning a tennis match. Second greatest thing in life: Losing a tennis match

If our species is to survive, our future will probably require outposts beyond our own planet.

You are the author of your own life...Don't let others define it for you. Real power comes by doing what you are meant to be doing, and doing it well.

Estate agents: like them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse, Not more distinct from harmony divine The constant creaking of a country sign.