My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.
I remember being onstage once when I didn’t have fear: I got so scared I didn’t have fear that it brought on an anxiety attack.
I think that I’ve got some pretty bad reviews on albums or songs that later proved themselves.
One of the things that has always motivated me to write is the desire to get it out and look at it in an objective way, so that it doesn’t cause me any serious pain by staying inside.
You’re so vain. I bet you think this song is about you.
My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.
I try to get to those peculiar and particular things that you never think of to say.
We need role models who are going to break the mold.
I always think it’s interesting to dig a little bit deeper every time you go to someplace that seems like a revelation or a strong connection to an emotional truth.
Do you know how many concerts I’ve done in my whole life, in more than 35 years of performing? Sixty-four.
There was a French singer, Francoise Hardy – I used to look at her pictures and try to dress like her.
I always sang standards because the songs I wrote for myself weren’t as easy to sing.
I had a mastectomy in 1998, and then chemo.
The advancements that women have made are very threatening to men in the job place. There haven’t been that many women in politics. If you look at the conventions, it’s kind of pathetic how many men are the heads of companies. On the other hand, I’m not sure what the reality should be.
We are stardust, we are fallen and we’ve got to get back to the garden.
Let all the dreamers wake the nation.
We were enough with ourselves and our enormous little lives.
If I were to locate and then identify all the hellish things we all have to go through in life in order to uncover one minute of happiness, it would take up a lot of space.
Besides, as Mark Twain once said, “Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
There’s always that peculiar thing that rescues you, the thing that’s so hard to name. If I were to locate and then identify all the hellish things we all have to go through in life in order to uncover one minute of happiness, it would take up a lot of space.
We all listened to and loved the Stones, the Beatles, Cat Stevens, Nina Simone, Neil Young, Bonnie Raitt, Aretha, sixties Motown, Andreas.