Praise doesn't mean anything to me. I don't judge myself.

Don't let the same dog bite you twice.

Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.

You know, your ears record. You might can sing a song once you hear it.

Don't bother me, leave me alone. Anyway, I'm almost grown.

Maybellene, why can't you be true?

I grew up thinking art was pictures until I got into music and found I was an artist and didn't paint.