"Have you ever heard somebody sing some lyrics that you've never sung before, and you realize you've never sung the right words in that song? You hear them and all of a sudden you say to yourself, 'Life in the Fast Lane?' That's what they're saying right there? You think, 'why have I been singing 'wipe in the vaseline?' how many people have heard me sing 'wipe in the vaseline?' I am an idiot.'"
— Ellen DeGeneres (My Point...And I Do Have One)

"I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think."
— Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

"If I cannot fly, let me sing."
— Stephen Sondheim

"He who sings scares away his woes."
— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

"'That's a nice song,' said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time.
'It's an old soldiers' song,' he said.
'Really, sarge? But it's about angels.'
Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits.
'As I recall, they used to sing it after battles,’ he said. I've seen old men cry when they sing it,’ he added.
'Why? It sounds cheerful.'
They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will. "
— Terry Pratchett (Night Watch)

"Dignity, always Dignity!"
— Gene Kelly

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

"Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food."
— Anne Lamott (Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith)

"Popular the Song
Glinda: Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project!
Elphaba: You really don't have to do that.
Glinda: I know, that's what makes me so nice!
Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I, and let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I? My tender heart tends to start to bleed. And when someone needs a makeover, I simply have to takeover I know, I know, exactly what they need. And even in your case, though it's the toughest case I've yet to face, don't worry, I'm determined to suceed! Follow my lead, and yes indeed, you, will, be...
Popular! You're gonna' be popular! I'll teach ya' the proper ploys, when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce, oo! I'll show you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair! Everything that really counts to be popular! I'll you be popular, you'll hang with the right cohorts, you'll be good at sports! Know the slang you've got to know! So let's start, 'cause you've got an awfully long way to go! Don't be offened by my frank analysis! Think of it as personality dialysis, now that I've chosen to become a pal, a sister and adviser, there's nobody wiser, not when it comes to, popular! I know about popular! And with an assist from me to be who you'll be! Instead of dreary who-you-were, are! There's nothing that can stop you from beconing populer, lar! La, la, la, la! We're gonna' make you popular! When I see depressing creatures with unprepossessing features, I remind them on their own behalf, to think of celebrated heads of state or specially great communicators. Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh! Hee! They were popular! Please, it's all about popular! It's not about aptitude, it's the way you're way you're viewed, so it's very shrewd to be, very, very popular, like me!
Why, miss Elphaba, look at you. You're beautiful.
Elphaba: I, I have to go.
Glinda: You're welcome!
And though you protest, you're disinterest. I know clandestinedly, you're gonna' grin and bear it, your new found popularity! Ah! La, la, la, la, la! You'll be popular! Just not quite as popular as me!
"
— Wicked the Musical

"And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living. "
— Alison Croggon (The Naming: The First Book of Pellinor)

"Where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamned loveliest melody!
How grateful I was then to be a part of the mystery:
To love and to be loved
Let’s just hope that is enough
"
— Bright Eyes

"Let's sing our way out of this"
— Isabel Fraire

"EDWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENA!"
— Scott, from Dear Edwina Jr

"There is art in my fingertips,
a poem in my head,
a song brushing past my lips,
a piano being fed.

A mic waiting to be held,
a pen waiting to be used;
Waiting for the perfect hand
and a voice to be felt.

This is: EMOTION"
— Melinda Pitkin

"Because of her singing they all went away feeling moved, feeling comforted, feeling, perhaps, the slightest tremors of faith."
— Ann Patchett

"Love, I find, is like singing."
— Zora Neale Hurston

"She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wildrose beauty, and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been laundering, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty years. At the end of it she was still singing."
— George Orwell (1984)

". . . . . . . . . many things
too foolish
to sing
may be said this matter-
of-fact defines

poetry"
— George Oppen (New Collected Poems)