A really strong woman accepts the war she went through and is ennobled by her scars.

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.

I just want to show off my scar proudly and not be afraid of it.

The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.

Everyone has problems, and learning to share them is essential. Hiding pain requires an enormous amount of energy; sharing it is liberating.

You know when you take the paint off an old canvas and you discover that something's been painted underneath it? That's what I feel like - that part of the old is coming through the new.

I've learned that nobody's perfect, and I don't expect myself to be perfect anymore.

Life is a dream even in its most painful moments, it's a dream that we can dance to.

My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.

As a singer I tried on all these hats, these voices, these clothes, and eventually out came me.

There is more experience on the field of justification than on the camp of training. Sometimes, you got to take actions to learn more.

The Church is the Church only when it exists for others...not dominating, but helping and serving. It must tell men of every calling what it means to live for Christ, to exist for others.

Here is a very simple strategy of life: When the train arrives at the station, be at the station!

When you're afraid of someone's judgment, you can't connect with them. You're too preoccupied with the task of impressing them.

I love getting out there and traveling and doing shows and all of that. But when I can be home, it's a special time.

There are only two things that can screw this up for us: you and me." "Then we're doomed for sure.

Sometimes you have to say, 'Today's just not my day.

Whoever has done good in the main has spirit-energy that is pure and clear when death comes.

[It] is capable of driving people to such dangerous folly that faith seems to me to qualify as a kind of mental illness.

We are born male or female, but not masculine or feminine.