The flattery is nice, but awards don't add up to writing quality songs.

To be honest, I'm not as goal oriented and ambitious as I once was.

And I think it's a real challenge to be up there sometimes with only a keyboard if they don't have a grand piano... and to try to win people over that way. It's really hard.

Time, where did you go? / Why did you leave me here alone? / Wait, don't go so fast / I'm missing the moments as they pass

I can't say I want to earn a particular award or sell a certain number of records, because even if I do that, the satisfaction only lasts five minutes.

Well, I actually first got into music as a small child, and as I became a teen, I sought out making money from music, weather that was singing lounge gigs, backup in studios, or weddings.

Maybe in past years, perhaps women didn't feel quite as comfortable with revealing themselves, and their skills and their crafts... and now we are, so we're out there, just like the guys.

Generally my feeling is that I think women are just in a universal way coming out, coming to their own more. And they have more opportunity, and basically we're equal.

It scares me to speak my mind, it might sound self-absorbed, I don't say half of what I think, I wonder what I'm thinking for

I'm learning a lot about myself being alone, and doing what I'm doing.

Well, Winnepeg has everything to do with my music in the sense it was where I was born and raised, cultured and all that sort of thing. A lot of my experiences come from Winnepeg.

The spiritual is a slave to righteousness in Christ Jesus.

Assad whistled a few notes of one of his native country's melancholic songs. It sounded as though he was whistling backwards

Life is a circle. It spins you around.

Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.

Along with success comes a reputation for wisdom.

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

Secrecy was the problem; transparency the obvious cure.

...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.