When I act, I act. When I sing, I sing. I don't put one over the other. Entertaining is what I do best.

The music industry had virtually blacklisted me.

I am very intense. I can't help it. That's the way I am. You can't be in this business without being intense. The pressure and tension get to you; it can't help but show on you.

I'm a woman with a mission. I've learned to believe in myself, my vision and to do things the way I want them done.

My mother always wanted to be in show business, but her parents discouraged her. So when I started performing for the mirror she enrolled me in dancing, singing and piano lessons.

All of a sudden, I was hearing stories about how difficult I was to work with, ridiculous rumors about drugs and what a diva I was. I never had to go to rehab or a program.

Cara is not my real name, and I'm not going to tell you what it is. Only because I do live in New York and enough people already know who my parents are.

I play piano and write better than I can sing.

I've had my bubblegum years and I did them well. Now it's time to come back as the woman, artist, and musician that I am without apologizing.

I liked performing, but not the struggle.

I'll never be that trusting again, believing accountants and lawyers have my best interests at heart.

Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.

Things are beautiful or ugly only in time and space. The new man's vision being liberated from these two factors, all is unified in one unique beauty.

If I'm okay with dying, my son is at least as enlightened as that. If I'm okay with my cancer, my son is at least as enlightened as I am.

I'm going to dance in all the galaxies.

I wouldn't want to create the impression that I wouldn't like the government of the United States to be Islamic sometime in the future.

A great deal may be done by severity, more by love, but most by clear discernment and impartial justice.

When we hurt, God doesn't always give us lots of words; he gives us the Word; the Word made flesh who is intimately acquainted with our grief and suffering. That's what helps the most.

I don't think anyone cares whether you're working or not. I have the luxury now of not having to support anyone and not really needing a whole lot of money.

Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.

My heart beats, echoes into the cold streets where nightmares and darkness begin to meet.