I always sang standards because the songs I wrote for myself weren't as easy to sing.

I used the physical scar of my breast cancer operation, the scar that I have across my chest as a metaphor for all kinds of scars.

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds, but soon you'll cage me on your shelf. I'll never learn to be just me, first by myself.

We need role models who are going to break the mold.

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

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