When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.

People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.

Don't care what people say. Don't give a damn about their laws.

I don't want to die an old lady.

I'd like to see one person - just one - who would own up to having been a coward.

I wouldn't mind at all coming back to earth after my death.

Death is the beginning of something.