I've been thinking of trying my hand at rap. I've been recording snippets on my BlackBerry.

I think my mother, more than anyone, knew the importance of inspiration. If it was occurring, you had to use it.

Once illness strikes, you realize there's not a lot of time for you to do what you really need to do. And there's no time like the present.

I definitely have a Luddite's approach to what's going on. I find that as I get older, I get stupider.

For me, the iPhone is harder than reading Faust.

I think I've done a pretty fantastic job, but of course I want to sell millions of records.

I bemoan the fact that all my famous friends have places in St. Bart's and I have to go to Montauk.

You get to a certain age, and you feel the need to reward yourself just for existing.

I want to carve out a serious period of time to focus on the next opera without any distractions. And to do that you need money.