The only way I'd be caught without makeup is if my radio fell in the bathtub while I was taking a bath and electrocuted me and I was in between makeup at home. I hope my husband would slap a little lipstick on me before he took me to the morgue.

Got those moods a swinging, tears a slinging, nothing fits me, when it hits me, ranting, raving, misbehaving, PMS blues.

People just overshoot trying to find God. They're going outside and trying everything. They don't realize that it's right inside themselves.

Depression runs in my family on both sides, and I have to be wary.

I do write a lot of children's songs, and I'm going to do a children's television show, which also means I'll be doing a lot of albums. So I do hope my future will hold a lot of things for children.

I don't trust anyone who does their own hair. I don't think it's natural.

I'm almost like three people. There's me the, Dolly, the person. There's me, the star. And then there's me, the manager.