It was kind of sort of the heavens opened up and I realized that Bach, at least, you know - out of all the classical music - needs to be a big part of my life.

The minute you make a record because you think somebody's going to play it on the radio is the minute you ought to quit.

I think people react so strongly to hearing the human voice, you can't give them too much of it or else they want it all the time.

The real question is, do you root for the fox in that song? Or are you horrified that the goose and the duck are being dragged off to their death, which is described in detail?

I celebrate three holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Telluride.

Kill your television. Throw it out the darn window. Watch PBS in a bar.

The purists are small in number but, you know hardy of voice.