You don't have to prove to me you're beautiful to strangers, I've got loving eyes of my own.

The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.

My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.

You know, people want to honor me, and on the one hand I just don't want to be a poster child; but on the other, I want to do something classy and great - something where the residuals will go to the cause.

I think that I've got some pretty bad reviews on albums or songs that later proved themselves.

Worrying too much about other people's ears and not my own, I lost my way.

I've learned that nobody's perfect, and I don't expect myself to be perfect anymore.