You're a no good heartbreaker, you're a liar, and you're a cheat. I don't know why I let you do these things to me.

Parents have to really talk to their children before they leave home.

The milk of kindness flows through my body, I shall follow Jesus to the Taco Bell and give thanks.

I'm the lady next door when I'm not on stage.

My heart is still there in gospel music. It never left . . . I'm gonna make a gospel record and tell Jesus I cannot bear these burdens alone.

Call in the Caped Crusader, Green Hornet, Kato, too. I'm in so much trouble I don't know what to do.

Politics are not my arena. Music is.