When you say something or sing something enough times, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's almost like casting spells. I don't mean necessarily in the flighty, 'I'm going to go buy a cloak with a hood now' way. — Feist Copy Share Image
There's no mystery any more. So my instinct is to show very little, because there's much too much information about everyone, everywhere right now.… — Feist Copy Share
I've not really spent much time in proper studios. The room itself where you're recording, and how you live while you're there is what… — Feist Copy Share
Because there's just so much in a day now, I keep writing in much more abstract terms, like I don't try to write about… — Feist Copy Share
Be alone even when there's a million people around, because tomorrow it will be a different million people. — Feist Copy Share
When I did '1,2,3,4' on 'Sesame Street' they'd rewritten the song and made it about counting. At first, I balked. I was like, 'Counting… — Feist Copy Share
I had a guitar leaning against the wall and I'd squint at it. It was almost like a dog that had been kicked -… — Feist Copy Share
There are certain parts of chords that resolve things and tie a bow, and others that keep things open and unanswered. — Feist Copy Share
With music, I wasn't curious anymore. There was no dialogue. By the time I stopped, I knew it wasn't going to be gone forever,… — Feist Copy Share
No matter who weaves in and out of your life, regardless of the quality of those deep friendships and familyships, I'm the only common… — Feist Copy Share
There's real potency in metal. Metal fans love metal as if it's a nation they would fight for. It's not diluted by pop culture. — Feist Copy Share
I don't think that village idea of actually knowing what you're contributing to the whole exists anymore. — Feist Copy Share
Any kind of anthemic song, for the most part, they're on the positive side of things. It's not hard to identify when a melody… — Feist Copy Share
I didn't really get London until I read Dickens. Then I was charmed to death by it. — Feist Copy Share
