Sleep well in your room all three together... don't worry about me being alone.

I am the author of my life. Unfortunately, I am writing in pen and can’t erase my mistakes.

Always remember, believe in today, believe in tomorrow, believe in yourself, and whatever happens, don't jump.

Always listen to yourself. Believe in you and believe in what you do. And even when other people say you can't handle that.

But if the feelings are mutual, I open my heart without restriction. I’m not afraid to say 'I love you'.

I don’t show my body for a good cause... if one day in a concert I pull down my pants, I would leave without job to those reporters who say I’m a woman

Laughing is such a pure and natural thing I try to laugh every day. Think that's one of the most important things in life.

Until someone else does... marry yourself

I won't let anyone stand between me and my brother.

The connection we have is something special. We know each other since we were in the womb! You can't get any closer then that

I will wait for love to fly to me and teach me how to fly

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

The spirit of Christmas is found when we lift the load of others.

Who says there's just one safe way to walk, one road properly lit, and the rest - all slippery water, unmarked?

Most people consider life a battle, but it is not a battle, it is a game.

Music is music, ultimately. If it makes you feel good, cool.

This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.

The world admits bears in pits do it, Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it, Let's do it, let's fall in love.

The media wants a nice guy, so I can give that to them. I figured I could be myself in this interview since no one's gonna read this JV newspaper.

Can't you see the Creator of the universe, who understands every secret, every mystery, sitting patiently and listening to a four-year-old talk to Him? That's a beautiful image of a father.

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?