I was listening to music long before rock 'n roll.

I think a lot of it had to do with, you know, I was always a daddy's girl. I was always wanting to please him, and I think he was pleased when he'd walk past my room and I was listening to those records.

Writers have to have a knack for listening. I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create.

Everything in writing begins with language. Language begins with listening.

I hadn't realized the number of people that are still interested in listening to what I am doing, people I would never know about if not for being online.

Jazz is the last refuge of the untalented. Jazz musicians enjoy themselves more than anyone listening to them does.

I've learned that I get blocked when my subconscious mind is telling me that I've taken the work in a wrong direction, and that once I start listening to what my subconscious is trying to tell me, I can work out the problem and get moving again.

I like listening to good music - and I can't stop playing my album.

One way and another I was having a ball - playing gigs, jamming and listening to fine musicians. Then came a crisis at home. My stepfather fell sick, and it meant I had to support the family.

I have the thermometer in my mouth and I am listening to it all the time.

Listening to medical facts was not enough. People wanted one hundred percent guarantees.

It's hard listening to myself.

Reading music is like listening to flowers. I don't understand the concept.

You can't fake listening. It shows.

Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him.