Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.

Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.

I've never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they're never going to die. And what do they leave behind? Nothing. Nothing but a mask.

When you feel in your gut what you are and then dynamically pursue it - don't back down and don't give up - then you're going to mystify a lot of folks.

You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.

And I'll know my song well before I start singing

You can't do something forever.