Once in a while, when everything is just right, there is a moment of magic. People can live on moments of magic.

Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can - there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.

The secret of living is to find people who will pay you money to do what YOU would pay to do if you had the money.

Tanglewood [summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra] was a place where gods strode the earth.

Music - opera particularly - is a process which is endurable or successful only if it is achieved by people who love to collaborate.

We must continuously discipline ourselves to I remember how it felt the first moment.

If you approach an opera as though it were something that always went a certain way, that's what you get. I approach an opera as though I didn't know it.

The fact is that great musical pieces take and hold the stage because they provide great emotional experiences.

That's what it is that you rehearse - the making of music, not the playing of notes as abstractions.

Success is important only to the extent that it puts one in a position to do more things one likes to do.

Opera is everything rolled into one - music, theater, the dance, color and voices and theatrical illusions.

A life I didn't choose chose me.

I believe in spirits. I believe in faith. I believe in spirituality. I believe in aliens as well.

As Chloe, I can honestly say I've never uttered a syllable of a curse word, not even behind closed doors.

The wise way to benefit humanity is to attend to your own affairs, and thus give other people an opportunity to look after theirs.

I love British female directors lately.

How do you know you have won? When the energy is coming the other way and when your people are visibly growing individually and as a group.

Toast is me. I am toast.

I like cookies, any cookie you put in front of me - animal cookies, sugar cookies, anything crunchy.

You can turn off the song the way you cannot the actual experience.

O Thou, Far off and here, whole and broken, Who in necessity and in bounty wait, Whose truth is light and dark, mute though spoken, By Thy wide grace show me Thy narrow gate.