I sing karaoke like I drink coffee. If my words come out a bit gargled, relax, that’s precisely how Hootie and the Blowfish is supposed to sound.

Singing was my first passion. Whenever I sing, I’m always so happy.

Singing has never been particularly easy for me.

Singing with children in the schools has been the most rewarding experience of my life.

I miss singing. I did Broadway forever.

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.

If I didn’t start singing in the cabarets and on my albums, I could have never even tried something like ‘Capone.’

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.

Enjoy the music in your earbuds in your own head. Dancing and singing because you enjoy the tune so much you can’t contain yourself doesn’t amuse others in Starbucks.

My daughter loves singing above all else.

Writing, painting, singing- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting...

There’s times when I’m cleaning the kitchen, and while I’m doing that, I’m singing and air guitaring with a broom to ‘You Should Be Dancing.’

That awkward moment when you realize someone was actually home the whole time you were singing on the tops of your lungs.

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they’d be.

Those who wish to sing always find a song.

Am I making something worth while?I’m not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making...

I had a dream about you. A stadium full of children in glowing white robes were singing your name like little angels, and I wondered who you were to be deserving of such praise. Then...

Why think when you can sing?

Music had always had the ability to help ease my suffering. I sang a great deal at home. I sang to myself and to Lord Imery. Sometimes, I played the harp to accompany myself. Learning...

I can’t see myself just endlessly singing the same songs over and over again.