Well it’s all right to cry. It helps a great deal sometimes...
Singing has never been particularly easy for me.
I don’t want to be thought of as wholesome.
I am told that the first comprehensible word I uttered as a child was ’home.
I don’t sing the way I used to, so I’m doing everything I can to put the word out that they shouldn’t expect that.
I’d like to be an original, to be myself and not a pale copy of anyone else.
Can I give them what they think they’re going to get from me? That’s always the big question.
Public libraries are our great teachers and storytellers, and are a vital adjunct to our schools. In this day of standardized and homogenized education, a library offers individual and personalized learning opportunities second to none.
I’m more contented and at peace with myself now than I was as a box-office queen. I’m less uptight. I’ve even reached a stage where it doesn’t shatter me if somebody prints something bad about me.
I’ve never minded being disciplined. I’d always rather have a quiet evening in than go to a wild party. Discipline for me has always been the foundation which leaves me free to fly.
For me, singing was always about the lyrics. I’m hopeless at singing songs that don’t have a core.
Pax amor et lepos in iocando. Latin for Peace, love and sense of fun.
Learn to listen when people are talking. First, it’s a great art, and second, it’s quite possible that when people say one thing they mean another.
Let your curiosity run away with you. Know that beyond every ordinary explanation there is a deeper and more exciting discovery to be made.
There will be many times in your lives – at school, and more particularly when you are a grown up – when people will distract or divert you from what needs to be done. You may even welcome the distraction. But if you use it as an excuse for not doing what you suppose to do, you can blame no one but yourself. If you truly wish to accomplish something, you should allow nothing to stop you, and chances are you’ll succeed.
Whatever man imagines is possible.
That night she dreamed of the deer. Strangely, the animal was holding her. She cuddled close into the soft fur and touched and kissed it gently. In the morning her pillow was wet with tears.
There is only one possible road you can take,′ he said, ’and that is t go by way of your imagination.
I strive to get what I want and people have always said I am a monster in that department, but that is always said about us ladies who grasp for our own strength.
Dancers can look at a mirror, a writer can look at a page, and a painter can look at a canvas and see their work reflected back at them. But singers can only hear and feel what they are doing. After all the training, technique, use of breath, and placement of sound, it boils down to an emotional response to music and lyrics – and the way they touch one’s heart and soul.
I’ve come to realize that home is a feeling as much as it is a place; it is as much about loving what I do as being where I am.