I will take my coffee black / never snack / hang with the wolves who are sheepish.

Once illness strikes, you realize there's not a lot of time for you to do what you really need to do. And there's no time like the present.

The operas I listen to aren't in English, and I want to listen to my opera after I'm done with it. I want to have the desire to play it on the stereo. To me, the language is part of the mystery.

But I don't even think you hear me at all Under your medieval ceiling behind your biblical wall

I've been thinking of trying my hand at rap. I've been recording snippets on my BlackBerry.

The mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open? The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry? I'm trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you Sell you on me after all that I have done.

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.