I don't really remember my folks singing to us, but they read to us.

You know, that single girl life and that sense of isolation - that doesn't leave you just like that. And that's what that song is about. I remember that, and that is imprinted on me, that sense.

It's a marvelous feeling when someone says I want to do this song of yours because they've connected to it. That's what I'm after.

In this world, you've a soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings.

Emmy Lou Harris introduced me to the work of the Vietnam Veterans of America foundation and the Campaign for a Land Mine Free World.

Carry with you maps and string, flashlights, friends who make you sing, and stars to help you find your place, music, hope, and amazing grace.

Dreamland is a book, but it's my song in book form. It's translated itself into a different medium.

Life is never a straight line - it's peaks and valleys. Why would you want to be the same person every day of your life?

We all have two lives. The one we are given and the one we create.

Was it a light only she could see? A gypsy's spell? A mystery?

Every sleepy boy and girl in every bed around the world- Can hear the stars up in the sky whispering a lullaby

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.

I can do whatever I wish. That's the benefit of being me." ~ Belial

Light and dark ain't supposed to mix. They're like broccoli and chocolate - just nasty when you put them together - but that appears to be what's happening with you

it can't be wrong, if it feels so wrong

The first comic book I ever read was an issue of 'Legion of Super-Heroes' where the earth was surrounded by all of these chains. I remember the cover I got it at a birthday party.

Mommy smoked but she didn't want us to. She saw smoke coming out of the barn one time, so we got whipped.

They make a desolation and call it peace.

But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.

Time is the best of critics; and patience the best of teachers.

Any man who thinks he knows the mind of a woman is a man who knows nothing.