I think that if you idealise someone for so long, they can only disappoint and I wouldn't want to be disappointed by those people.

I don't think that I want to meet any of the icons. I don't think that anybody can quite live up to your expectations.

My earliest acting memory is making up a play for my mom and dad called The Lonesome Baby. I have no idea what The Lonesome Baby was about. I just remember the title. But I'm sure it was an epic.

Usually, certainly British singers, adopt an American accent when they sing and I think that usually people are thinking of somebody else, but I just think of very specific people.

I just find it thrilling, especially when I totally lock in to the person that I am doing and I'm really flying... I suppose I am hiding myself when I sing as these other people.

Mimicking people was something I did already.

I cant read a note of music. I just do it all from ear.

Having someone else to blame when there is a rude smell in the air.

My own singing voice is not very good and I don't think that anybody really sings in their own voice.

I found that I could make people laugh doing people like Shirley Bassey. Fortunately it worked.

I find singing as somebody else very liberating, it just frees me up.

Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?

I want to take a trip to Shakespeare's brain and vacation there with his thoughts may be I also start writing about twisted love and betrayals.

Iowa is home to teachers, farmers, lawyers, factory workers, and many others who work hard every day to provide the best for their families and their future.

I’m exactly as I appear. There is no warm, lovable person inside. Beneath my cold exterior, once you break the ice, you find cold water.

Customs represent the experience of mankind.

I feel like, even in this crazy world of Trump getting elected and these things that really kind of caught me off-guard, I feel like I understand less than I did.

I think the problem with people like this is that they are so stupid that they have no idea how stupid they are.

There is a power now slumbering within us, which is awakened would do to evil what light does to darkness.

You leave a country, they stop playing you on the radio.

In man or woman, but far most in man, And most of all in man that ministers, And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn: Object of my implacable disgust.