“P. S. I suppose I really should be nicer to people today, considering I'll be singing in Billy Graham's choir tonight…”

“Really, I'm trying to care, Artemis, really. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over”

“Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.”

“I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.”

“I understand that there's a large party of Scottish people here tonight…[Silence]I'll kill that researcher!”

“Getting crazy on the Waltzers, but it's the life that I choose.
Sing about the sixblade, sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo.
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam,
And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am.”

“It was great mixing dance beats with the choir. The reaction of the classically trained choir when asked to sing on top of dance beats was great.”

“The nicer I am, the more people think I'm lying.”

“But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope),…”

“What you're really supposed to be doing is whatever makes your heart sing.”