I have trouble voicing my thoughts... I can't communicate very well that way.

Music is my life, if I am without music or if I can't sing any more, I die, I'm nothing... because music is everything.

Beginnings come at random but endings always have a reason

I do what I love to do at the moment. If I wake up tomorrow and decide I want to dance, that's what I'd do. Or design clothes. I think I'd throw myself into whatever I'm doing now. It's not about abandoning what I was doing before, or giving up. It's about knowing that if I die tomorrow, I lived the way I wanted to.

Of course, my motto is still, 'Work is work, private is private.

Everyone has a secret. Right? Of course I have a secret. I think maybe you too?

It's hard to decide how to match words to music. It's not like it's twice the work. It's always difficult for me to explain to the composer what I'm looking for. I'm not a professional; I lack even basic knowledge about writing music