UNICEF has made the most rewarding thing that I have ever done in my life.

For my convalescence, I had to exercise my voice only with vowels. It is a medical rule after a long loss of voice.

I do believe that if you haven't learnt about sadness, you cannot appreciate happiness.

I have been so lucky to receive so much love from those who enjoy my music, that I feel I have to give as much of it as I can back to children.

When I was very young I was the ugly duckling. I had a lot of complexes. My sister was wonderful and I was nothing.

When you want something very dearly, you make the time.

The Berlin Wall go down, that was the most wonderful thing that could happen, absolutely. I celebrated with everybody in Berlin that day when the Wall was down.

One of the most wonderful memories in my life was when I sang at the Opera House in Sydney. I will never forget that. It is one of the most beautiful Houses I have ever sung in my life.

When I started to work with UNICEF, it was a new way of giving some love and care to the world.

It's nice to look good, but the most important thing is to be you.

I think sometimes you are born with a song.

Dreams are good at playing with your memory. They love leaving no trace behind and hate to show up once again in the morning.

...The most important thing, I think. You can't run from your past. You have to take it for what it is and realize that it's part of you.

We all played bad before we played good.

Nothing of what is nobly done is ever lost.

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

Life is the only art that we are required to practice without preparation, and without being allowed the preliminary trials, the failures and botches, that are essential for the training...

I just really feel so grateful to Sundance because I've always been an artist and I've never been able to make a living at being an artist until Sundance.

I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real.

There is no such thing as luck; there is only adequate or inadequate preparation to cope with a statistical universe.

Little mirrors were attached to the front of their cars, at which they glanced to see where they had been; then they stared ahead again. I had thought that only beetles had this delusion of Progress.