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

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 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 love having my hair back. It is so important to how you feel, how you dress, how you look.

Already, I'm starting to forget the face of the man I killed.

The decision to write full time was made when I was twenty-eight years old and had just had two small plays accepted for BBC Radio.

The philharmonic became such a journey and adventure in my life, and a deeply satisfying thing.

Every show that sells out is like a hero's welcome for me.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.

You cannot compromise principles to achieve unity

Western man, especially the Western critic, still find it very had to go into print and say: "I recommend you to go and see this because it gave me an erection."

If man has not found ways to deal with environmental problems such as water and air pollution by 1998, it will be too late. The future is not determined and it lies in our own hands.

In some countries the common people are not permitted to read the Bible at all. In ours, it is as common as a newspaper and in schools is read with nearly the same degree of respect.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!