I don’t really have a relationship with the guitar; it’s like my slutty lover, whereas I’m married to the piano

I am ridiculously high-maintenance.

Somebody curse the light And take me far away from myself

I want to carve out a serious period of time to focus on the next opera without any distractions. And to do that you need money.

I just think it's better to have ideas. I mean, you can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier, people die for them, people kill for them.

I basically have needed to go to the piano and give voice periodically to, you know - I'm always afraid to describe it as a kind of therapeutic process, but nevertheless it was a type of unloading that had to occur due to my personal life with my mother's health or just my professional trials and tribulations.

I am undefinable. I don't fit into any particular category.