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I've never taken vocal lessons. My early trumpet training and a fortunate talent for singing has always been enough for me. In the case of rock singing, I've always felt it was better to remain a bit untrained to maintain your individuality.

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

In art, the obvious is a sin.

Singing becomes a form of therapy.

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

But I won't deprive myself of singing opera as long as my voice follows.

I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.

In the last century, everybody was singing lower.

I always thought I was singing American folk music.

I've done gospel singing. I have a gospel album and country album.

The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.

I was equally in love with singing and acting from an early age.

Singing is my dream and, while it may have not been a commercial success, critically I was thrilled with the reception my first album got.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Now my music is kind of pop-rock, right? If I'm 25 and singing still, I don't want to be singing music like that.

I started taking singing classes just two years ago. It was great. I never knew I could sing but I kind of found my voice.

When my children were born, I didn't have them baptized because I felt baptism was about erasing Original Sin - something the Church said children got from their mother - and I absolutely refused to believe women carry Original Sin.

I appreciate what others have done in the past especially for my genre, and my style of singing. And they sure put a footprint - you know, they got the foot in the door, but I'm going to put my foot straight through the door.

Oh, well, my first love is comedy or singing and dancing.

Sin brought death, and death will disappear with the disappearance of sin.