My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.

You know, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1997 I realized I had spent too long arranging my attitude.

I grew up not understanding what was true and what was not true. It gave me a sense of unreality. I was told that this man [mom's lover] was not my mother's lover - when he was. I was told he was there as a male babysitter for my brother so that he would learn sports and other manly things.

I remember being onstage once when I didn't have fear: I got so scared I didn't have fear that it brought on an anxiety attack.

My father was a classical pianist, and my mother was a singer of just about everything.

He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.

As a singer I tried on all these hats, these voices, these clothes, and eventually out came me.