I have not changed with the accomplishments. I've remained the same. If I had changed, great. You know, but I haven't.

I have a noble history of being rejected by a lot of places, only to discover that the one that finally lets me in is in fact the perfect fit.

One of my timesaving habits is to save all of my magazines and junk mail for airplane trips. I walk on the plane with a very heavy bundle, but by the time the trip is over, it can all be thrown away.

The student's job is to stay open-minded, to quell the knee-jerk defensiveness we all possess in the face of suggestions for improvement, and to maintain patience when faced with a process that is often slow, confusing, and frustrating.

When I sing, the sound is a totally different range, color, all of it. It's all about the breath. You take in a breath and you make a sound.

My worry is that opera will become an historic art form as opposed to a living, breathing thing.

I haven't really been able to transfer into that extraordinarily other worldly creature, other than I hope on stage.