I got sent off to my grandmother's for five months and watched a lot of TV and had a lot of grilled cheese with butter on it - because she was English and put lots of butter on everything - and yogurt. The English are big on dairy products, you know? I'd have an earache, and she'd be like, "Here, have some milk." Wonderful woman, but she had kind of screwed-up nutrition ideas.

Love is such a fleeting emotion. It's such a small part of the things you do in your life.

In the hierarchy of instruments, if you're a harpist, you're considered someone with a brain much more than if you're a singer.

In New York City, when they develop something, they never use the old buildings. It's so wasteful. Why not use what's there?

I'm just kind of sick of music. I don't know what I want to do. It's not that I feel suicidal or anything, but I just want to end this life. I just want to be somebody else now. Sometimes I feel like that. You always think, "If I just cut my hair really short and dye it brown and put on a little goatee, no one would know it was me, and I could..."

I never know how to get off the phone, so I'm terribly admiring of people who can.

I kind of go for the MGM version of every musical style.