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I’m not getting it all sorted, she worried. I’m not getting it right. You are brilliant, the Voice reassured her. It is imperfect. So are all things trapped in time. You are brilliant, nonetheless. How fortunate for Us that We thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness. Carry on imperfectly, shining Ista.

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Being a perfectionist, I didn’t want to settle for just getting by, so I enrolled in a vocal training program. I then learned that songwriting and studying the voice actually pair with a lot of troubles that I had expressing myself, being vulnerable, trusting other people, trusting myself, calming anxiety. It became a life instructor of sorts and that is what kept me engaged with it.

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My father lead by fear. I did what my father said ‘cause I was scared of getting my ass beat. His voice rang so vividly in my head. That it was just…a fear.

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Cinema informed my painting by the sheer geography – on locations, there is so much downtime. And when you’re spending all this time creating art by committee, the concept of the singular voice is a pleasant antidote.

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And nevertheless I have loved certain of my masters, and those strangely intimate though elusive relations existing between student and teacher, and the Sirens singing somewhere within the cracked voice of him who is first to reveal a new idea. The greatest seducer was not Alcibiades, afterall, it was Socrates.

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I do believe that an intimacy with the world of crickets and their kind can be salutary – not for what they are likely to teach us about ourselves but because they remind us, of we will let them, that there are other voices, other rhythms, other strivings and fulfillments than our own.

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When you’re onstage with an electric band going through a massive P.A. system, it’s very artificial. You can’t really hear your own voice as it comes out of your mouth.

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My original interests and intentions in guitar playing were primarily created on quality of tone, for instance, the way the instrument could be made to echo or simulate the human voice.

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Her voice was as rough as sandpaper. As long as Blomkvist lived, he would never forget her face as she went on the attack. Her teeth were bared like a beast of prey. Her eyes were glittering, black as coal. She moved with the lightning speed of a tarantula and seemed totally focus on her prey as she swung the club again, striking Martin in the ribs.

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Writing in other voices is almost Japanese in the sense that theres a certain formality there which allows me to sidestep the embarrassment of directly expressing to complete strangers the most intimate details of my life.

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Baywatch was a turning point for me. Reluctantly famous (in over 150 countries) I tried to make sense of my place on earth. I started to realize — while being interviewed endlessly about silly things. That I had a Voice!!!

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John [Lennon] as a singer – the way he sings on "Twist and Shout" and the way he sings on "Strawberry Fields Forever" – is a very odd voice, in the sense that it seems to be celebrating but almost mourning at the same time. There’s a quality of mourning to his voice, which is very enigmatic.

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Lawyers on TV always tell their clients not to say anything. The cops say that thing: ‘Anything you say will be used against you.’ Self-incrimination. I looked it up. Three-point vocab word. So why does everyone makes such a big hairy deal about me not talking? Maybe I don’t want to incriminate myself. Maybe I don’t like the sound of my voice. Maybe I don’t have anything to say.

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I have always been a singer, a writer, and a musician, not as a prodigy or as in a trade handed to me by my parents, but because of an inner voice or maybe a command from beyond reality as it is usually defined.

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I love you, America Singer. As long as I live, I’ll love you." There was some deep emotion in his voice, and it caught me off guard. "I love you, Aspen. You’ll always be my prince.

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He gave a dark chuckle. “But you’re not, so you had absolutely no qualms about kneeing me in the groin, right?” “I hit your thigh!” “Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh,” he replied, his voice full of skepticism.

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How obvious it is now–the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you… All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The voice from the shadows, that was you… You always loved me!" Roxanne

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There’s lots of room to be your own worse critic. It’s just you, so I think that’s inherit, that voice that’s always that’s there monitoring everything you do. It’s definitely worse; the critic is harder when it’s just you. If you’re doing a show, then the critic can blame the other actors your with.

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When I do operas, I’m not really singing very classically. I have a classical background as far as being a pianist and an oboist, but my voice isn’t really classical in the operatic sense. But I certainly have a classical sensibility, so I’m comfortable being in that world.

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The writer has two kinds of faith: actual writing and sitting openly. Have faith in your personal effort or sweat. And faith in God, or whatever you want to call it. Then the voices will come. Faith is the big deal.

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Oh my gosh! I can’t tell you the number of times people have put autotune on my voice, and I’m like, ‘Please take it off!’ You don’t even sound human; it makes you sound like a robot!

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I got a lot more interested in songs that could hold up completely on their own, with just a guitar and voice. For some people that’s easy to do, but I find it’s really difficult.

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I get really antsy if I stay in one place too long. Universal was really supportive and understood that I needed to go across the Atlantic to reinvent myself and to find my voice, my muse.

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I write five, six days a week. The thing is capturing the voice. I feel like I’ve been perfecting one voice – in different iterations, sure, but the Russian-ness has always been the undercurrent.

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I had no intention of becoming a comedian. I just wanted to make people happy. I tried everything-I shucked oysters, I painted houses, I sold vacuum cleaners. But there was always a voice saying, You should be doing something different. And it was usually my boss and I was being fired.