The dream world of sleep and the dream world of music are not far apart. I often catch glimpses of one as I pass through a door to the other, like encountering a neighbor in the hallway going into the apartment next to one’s own. In the recording studio, I would often lie down to nap and wake up with harmony parts fully formed in my mind, ready to be recorded. I think of music as dreaming in sound.

I'm a chameleon. I can change my voice a lot. I always was able to, because in my family's music I was a harmony singer, and harmony singing is really hard.

Life's full of loss, who knows the cost, living in the memory of the love that never was.

American radio from the '30s through the '60s was just fabulous. There was such a diversity.

I just thought that I was going to get to sing for a living and I wouldn't have to go to work in the department store or whatever else you did if you were a woman in those days.

The constant fear of a performer is to become what is reflected back at you.

I think there's mind in nature. There's a power in nature, and there's a universal power that you'd better not ignore.