I was blown away by the control and the range that I was hearing. I'm listening to Pavarotti and thinking, What the hell have I been doing with my voice all these years?

Its a combination of melody and lyrics, not one without the other. Its a confluence of these different elements that makes something powerful.

Yes!!! I booked a commercial!!!

As you get older, your experiences become more precious. Nothing material is important to me. It's people who are precious.

It's an important thing to remember where you came from.

You're presuming too much by using the word legacy - presuming that someone is going to care.

I love songwriting. It's second to my love for singing in how I express myself.

I have to be happy in the here and now because every time you start focusing on your legacy you're really setting yourself up for disappointment.

Tonight I feel like a prisoner on fire, waiting desperately... denied, sentenced forever more. Only your love can set me free.

No matter how great we get with digital formats of instrumentation, nothing really quite duplicates the real thing

Considering the amount of information we're bombarded by, it's amazing if a song can transcend time.

Your art…” I gaped at the field of white. “There was a lovely portrait of me—right there.”I get offended whenever art is damaged, especially if that art features me.

We would learn as much as we could, be as honourable as we could, be as courageous as we could, and be as happy as we could.

The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.

It is time now for us to rise from sleep.

Barack Obama's campaign of empty self-contradictory promises has apparently hoodwinked the state of Wyoming.

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

If, at the time when the mind is praying it is distracted by any extraneous thought or worry about anything, then this prayer is not called pure.

Consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is which never entrusts its life to one hole only.

If there are two persons praying, there are three. If three meet to pray, there are four praying. There is always one more than you can see.

As soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.