To stay at my best, I have to stop talking during the preceding day.

I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.

I was married at 16, a father at 17 and divorced at 18.

The high note is not the only thing.

When I was a young man, I was a baritone, very far from possessing the whole range of the tenor then.

The voice collects and translates your bad physical health, your emotional worries, your personal troubles.

The atmosphere of the theater is my oxygen.