Someone once said that there are probably seven naturally good singing days in a year-and those are days you won't be booked. What we must learn is how to sing through all the other days.

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.

My philosophy is that the people around us are there doing as much work if not more work behind the scenes and they're the last people you would ever be unkind to, so I hope I'm not a diva off stage.

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.

We are unique, each human voice, not because we are completely self-generated, but because of who we choose to assemble the countless factors that made us.

I am so envious of my colleagues from 100 years ago who only sang new works, they hardly ever sang revivals.

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