Music always hits me when I'm driving so I keep a recorder in my bag.

I swear by that old expression, 'One monkey don't stop no show!' The reality is, we still have some good men out there, and we should hail those men as the kings they are.

I would never disrespect any man, woman, chick or child out there. We're all the same. What goes around comes around, and karma kicks us all in the butt in the end of the day.

I give and give, even when I get nothing back - and that sets me up for disappointment.

I'm the type of woman you might say is too good. I'll massage a man's feet, have dinner cooked when he gets home. But once they leave, the door is closed, and the locks are changed.

I think people's perception of a rich girl is literal, but metaphorically I embrace it as being rich in love, spirit, joy and religion. So it's not about money.

I have a massage when I want to relax. I love being pampered. I love island massages when you're outside in the fresh air.

Depending on which day, and how I am feeling on that day, I have a different favorite song on the album. One day it might be 'Karma', and other days it is 'Stay For A While'

I haven't always been the person I am today. I came into loving myself more than anything or anyone else.

I can be strong for everybody except myself. I can tell somebody, 'Hey, keep it together', but I can't take my own advice.

When I was younger I was taught that a winner never quits, and a quitter never wins.

The features of character are carved out of adversity.

Success involves avoiding the lure of making excuses.

Miracles only grow where you plant them.

Love for me is innocence, honesty, compassion, trust, loyalty, a gentle summer breeze, sunshine, a great cuddle.

All coaching is, is taking a player where he can't take himself.

Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

Opportunity dances with those already on the dance floor.

When my eye rested on an arid height, spirit partook of the barrenness. - Heartily wish Niebuhr & Strauss to the dogs. The deuce take their penetration & acumen. They have robbed us of the bloom.

Do not waste one moment in regret, for to think feelingly of the mistakes of the past is to re-infect yourself.

I loved the atmosphere of the dance studios - the wooden floors, the big mirrors, everyone dressed in pink or black tights, the musicians accompanying us - and the feeling of ritual the classes had.