I did not practice hours a day for eighteen years to have my success attributed to a myth.

There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva.

Every day I lugged my backpack through the halls, waiting for the final bell. Then I'd race home and hole up in my room, playing the drums and the piano, composing music.

I know that life is a journey I must accept and that pain and confusion are temporary. I know that if I follow my heart, it will lead me where I belong.

If there is one thing that is constant in this world, it is the power of music.

Let me fall. Let me climb. There's a moment where fear and dream must collide.

When I feel confused or depressed, I remember back to junior high and I silently repeat, 'This, too, shall pass.'

Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile, if only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are.

Music is what I always turn to when I'm feeling a certain way. It's my reason for everything.

I try to have a real close connection with my fans. That's extremely important. They are the ones that have been there from the beginning and proved everyone else wrong.

No matter who we are, no matter what our circumstances, our feelings and emotions are universal.

What a difference it makes to come home to a child!

Your body will forget, but your mind often doesn't.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

Part of you thinks that you are not going to die because part of you is not going to die.

I was a bookworm who aced every test - until third grade, when my teacher handed out a pop quiz about Jesus and the Apostles.

She long ago accepted the fact that happiness is like, swallows in spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or it may not. You cannot command it.

Baseball outfits went through their gaudy period during the disco '70's, when the White Sox looked like softball players and the Athletics looked like 'Saturday Night Fever' personified.

The bad news is that only the bad people reach the news because they are noisier.

I did not succeed in everything I did. And even where it did seem I was succeeding it was not always the case. The human heart has a million facets.

The voice was gentle, like a scalpel petting the short hairs of your throat.