I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

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.

In fact, people have been very complimentary about my act and very tolerant of my singing ability.

I must work hard to make my singing above reproach; there must be no faults which hard work would take care of.

I was always daydreaming about singing in big productions on Broadway.

This nation loves singing and loves acting.

Since I have been singing for so many years, I don't always need to approach a song quite so laboriously and meticulously.

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

Country and western is ignored by the intellectuals. They don't look at it as an art form. They think it's just somebody sitting on his couch singing about his life.

I was singing about six notes higher than I had to, in a range that kept me up in a bubblegum sound.

I'm not in it for the money. I like music. I love to write music. I can't imagine myself not playing or singing or writing. It would just drive me crazy if I didn't.

My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.

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

Writing and singing does give me some kind of release from the demons of my past, it is a therapy of sorts, but to be honest, my marriage played a more important role in the acceptance of myself than performance has ever done.

I also wanted to make a record that was about other things than romance, yeah, after two years on the road singing all the songs from the first album, I got kind of tired of that.