With classical singing you have to put out so much air - you project, you emit force.

I'm lucky - I can do two things at once.

Music was language in our house. It was air.....I feel certain that if I absorbed any lessons at all in the first months and years of my life, they must have been about the work that went into making a beautiful sound.

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

Contrary to the norm, as my technique improved my voice became higher.

Perfection often creates such a flawless surface that there's no place for the audience to enter into a piece, while the idiosyncrasies of individual style are like windows into the singer's heart.

Everybody's a work in progress. I'm a work in progress. I mean, I've never arrived. I'm still learning all the time.