Love is all that matters.

Put positive energy out into the world. If everybody did that, we would be in harmony.

Music in general and lately opera in particular fills my soul with hope and inspiration.

I never know what will happen. I have fallen on my face - not literally, thank goodness! - many times. But I always survive. And I don't let it stop me.

Nothing matters as long as you are kind and authentic. If you are, then you did your best, and that is all you can do.

I try to be mindful in my daily life, trying to stay more present and have more intention. It keeps me calm, and I feel less whipped about by my emotions.

It is important to me to keep trying to push myself to try lots of new musical styles and approaches. To keep growing. It is my version of jumping out of planes.

People used to make money, but somewhere along the way, it started making us.

The term ‘fell in love’ is apt, because it implies there is pain in the discovery. I didn’t ‘land softly in love’.

Boethius might have been styled happy, if that precarious epithet could be safely applied before the last term of the life of man.

It is true that I am of an older fashion; much that I love has been destroyed or sent into exile.

Now is the time of the illuminated woods ... when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.

We must accept that this creative pulse within us is God's creative pulse itself.

Don't you? if you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.' They will remain protected,' Asha insists. No, 'I say. 'Only untested.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

That's sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they're a girl.

Any distraction tends to get in the way of being an effective gangster.