I'm not the type of woman who shows off my body; I'm a vocalist and I'm a writer and I think people see that more so than they see anything else. That's just who I am.

Why do we love love when love seems to hate us?

The person I would trust the most is my mom. She's just really creative... She's a playwright and she's a musician.

When I find myself having that much trouble with a song or a character or a story, I tend to move on.

After you've been away, people's expectations are like, "Well, you better have something to show for it. Tell us why you've been away so long!"

Everybody is going to love me and this is not being cocky - this is just what I see.

If you hear a good song, it makes you hopeful like, That is out there.

As I'm writing it, I'm kind of curious to see what's going to happen. It almost feels like I'm the writer and I'm the listener, too.

I think a lot of the way that I try to write my stories come from watching my mom write plays and trying to do that.

I'm not great with breathing, like holding notes. I usually don't. A lot of people wouldn't believe it, but I don't focus on technical stuff.

What's kind of weird is that when I'm writing I don't know where I'm going to go.

Be aware of too much wisdom!

Each of us has a tongue and a voice. These instruments of speech can be used destructively or employed constructively.

Without prayer, life is a panic.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!

I felt like calling attention to AIDS. I had the AIDS ribbon colored into my hair during the playoffs in '95.

Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And who gave thee that jolly red nose?Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;And they gave me this jolly red nose.

To speak technically photography is the art of writing with light. But if I want to think about it more philosophically , I can say that photography is the art of writing with time.

As a landscape photographer we should be open to possibilities, for one thing often leads to another.

In life, as in restaurants, we swallow a lot of indigestible stuff just because it comes with the dinner.