Anyones allowed to dream, I say

I used to get stressed out, but my cancer has put everything into perspective.

I need to keep traveling, being a gypsy, having experiences and writing about them.

I like to go into a little shell and be a hermit and make music for a while.

I'd just love magic. I'd love to be able to just click and transport. I'd be like a fairy little godmother, I think, going round hearing what people wish for and seeing what I could do for them.

I believe the impossible is possible to overcome I believe in miracles Born from love in everyone

Life is a journey I don't have a map for.

I have weathered many different storms and I know who I am and my friends know who I really am.

I started performing at school and drama classes when I was 7.

Everything was going for me, I didn't even know the meaning of the word insecurity and suddenly I am surrounded by words like operation, cancer, chemotherapy, radiation.

I want to sing for people. I want them to have the music. It's a nice feeling.

I preach that odd defiant melancholy that sees the dreadful loneliness of the human soul and the pitiful disaster of human life as ever redeemable and redeemed by compassion, friendship and love.

Lust likes to rush, while love hates to wait.

The laugh-count is right up there with being diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

Remember that if you don’t prioritize your life someone else will.

I'm reluctant to draw many conclusions from private correspondence leaked without permission.

I can't help but feel that stuff that comes to me by chance or on purpose, whatever, tends to reflect where I am as a human being.

I really trust audiences as having excellent taste, for the most part.

We're all human and life is complicated.

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?