When I work, I work. I don't think about anything else. I just wanna get the work done. And I'm a perfectionist.

I'm still a, you know, a silly girl... a big kid.

I myself never feel that I'm sexy. If people call me cute, I am happier.

People have to respect intellectual property.

I was bred and raised in a multi-cultural music background.

My mom was very strict when I was growing up. I could not talk to boys until I was 18. I had to study and work hard.

I love to prove people wrong. They expect I'll sound a certain way when they see me, then they hear me and they can't believe it. I love that.

They cannot imagine what I'll sound like. But always when I'm done singing, people are very surprised.

I really idolize everything my sisters do,so I went into singing contests and won also. That's how I really got into singing.

I'm not a businessperson. I have no sense of money. My mom does everything for me. She makes all my decisions for me, and even buys my clothes. She's very protective.

I'm sporty, active, bubbly, I like to make people laugh... I'm the jokester. But I'm also very traditional.

Tying the little folks with the older folks is a great and powerful tool to preserve and to protect the family and the individual.

George III ought never to have occurred. One can only wonder At so grotesque a blunder.

No personal calamity is so crushing that something true and great can't be made of it

"Mad" magazine is like one of my few formative experiences, absolutely. "Mad" magazine teaches a whole generation of people to be irreverent toward power.

Most of the people who write to me are really clever, really engaged. They just want to say that they have read my book and liked it.

If I define my neighbor as the one I must go out to look for, on the highways and byways, in the factories and slums, on the farms and in the mines, then my world changes.

I have the hatred of apartheid in my bones.

I've got six months to sort out the hackers, get the Japanese knotweed under control and find an acceptable form of narcissus.

Certain struggles never end.

I thought, how do you confuse violent Russian mobsters? Well, by being silly!