Love travels the miles upon the wings of Angels.
A gourmet meal without a glass of wine just seems tragic to me somehow.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Chocolate's okay, but I prefer a really intense fruit taste. You know when a peach is absolutely perfect... it's sublime. I'd like to capture that and then use it in a dessert.
And in fact, I think the more we start to worship perfection the more soul leaks out of art.
Or if I have my head in the results, I can't work with what I have, because I'm trying to force something to happen. And with singing, any time you force it, you tighten up. If you tighten up, you're screwed, nothing will work.