I can't remember a time when I wasn't singing.

When rock came along the lyrics and melodies became less important and it bothered me to think that perhaps they might not regain the value they have to music - they are music.

I can't remember a time when I wasn't singing.

I earn and pay my own way as a great many women do today.

Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.

When I was four or five, my father had a general store in Winchester and I don't think the farmers could ever leave on Saturday afternoon until I had been placed up on the counter to sing.

I'm not really a country singer, although I did make a couple albums and love its simple, straight-from-the-heart approach, but I have always sung a lot of jazz, show tunes, pop tunes, gospel and blues.

Emmys are wonderful and I'm thrilled to death that I have mine. But they're representative of a specific achievement, where this sort of thing is representative of how you've grown in your own industry.

I never wanted to set the world on fire. So I never had to burn any bridges behind me.

In country music the lyric is important and the melodies get a little more complex all the time, and you hear marvelous new singers who are interested in writing and interpreting a lyric and in all form of popular music.

My tastes are eclectic.

And I've never taken up a sport just because it was a social fad.

The best money advice ever given me was from my father. When I was a little girl, he told me, 'Don't spend anything unless you have to.'

Bing Crosby sings like all people think they sing in the shower.

Why should unmarried women be discriminated against - unmarried men are not.

Trouble is part of your life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough.

When Frank the Pug is singing I Will Survive, the only reason it's funny is that Will is in that shot trying not to get angry. A shot of a dog singing I Will Survive on its own will not get a laugh.

My singing is my hobby. It's me and my brother. We just enjoy writing music.

You're gonna have to learn to get out there in front of those cameras and hold your head up. Take charge when you're singing.

I remember him watching me through the crack of a door singing with a hairbrush. I was in front of his mirror. I think he wanted me to sing. He would get me on the table and make me sing sometimes or play the piano. He was very encouraging on that front.

But enough joking. I am singing. This is all my life.

All my songs were solo voices. Just me singing. In fact, that was the gimmick - no gimmick. Just singing straight with not too much background.

Again, I say I will be glad to tell what songs I have ever sung, because singing is my business.

It was he who impressed, time and again, the necessity of singing as nature intended, and - I remember - he constantly warned, don't let the public know that you work. So I went slowly. I never forced the voice.

In so many interviews, they bring up the sexual aspect of the record. I've had some journalists say it sounds like I'm lying down in bed singing with a microphone. It gets so old!

I love songwriting. It's second to my love for singing in how I express myself.

I hated singing. I wanted to be an actress. But I don't think I'd have made it any other way.

A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants to hear about that all the time.

My father started me singing in church.

I worked on my voice for Sweet Dreams, but only to match my speaking voice to Patsy's actual singing voice. That was my way into that character.

I looked in the audience. There were no strangers. Everybody was singing and cheering and hugging. That was a beautiful picture to look at.

I have always been intrigued with singing and I actually started my career in musical comedies.

I studied German at school. I lived in Berlin for two years and had a German girlfriend for five years, so I don't find speaking German particularly difficult. Singing was slightly more difficult.

When I started really singing I was 17, 18 years old. I used to go around trying to be a singer in the Bronx. My knees would shake but I learned by doing.

You didn't hear the angels singing. It was brought down to Mother Earth, which is where it should be. And that led me to a lot of other reading.

Singing is my life. It has always been my life. It will always be my life.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

What comprises good performance? The ability through singing or playing to make the ear conscious of the true content and affect of a composition.

Dysphonia is not a singing problem. It's a voice box issue in the muscle on the voice, very different from having a nodule on the vocal cords, which I've never had. I'm lucky that I've never had that. It needs a long renewal time, and even today, I am still addressing it.

They were singing, Gillette, the best a man can get, with a lot of guys hugging their fathers and sailing and riding bikes. I suddenly felt a long way from the best a man could get and I thought it would be nice to get from there to the best.

I will play my part by singing the spirit into every open heart.

My father, a mining engineer and colliery manager, gave his brood many advantages not least of which, for me, was his love of singing which gave music a central place in our lives.

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

We influence singing but never really songwriting.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression. It is so spontaneous. And after singing, I think the violin. Since I cannot sing, I paint.

There is no singing anymore, everything is yelling and shouting and rapping and that is real boring to a guy like me.

I just had to find something else to fulfill me. Always being a singer and writing, it was a blessing. My brother started making music that was the kind of music I always saw myself singing.

My singing is part of me, like my stoutness, or my light hair, or my poor eyesight.

No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?