To sing is to bring to life; impossible if the words are mediocre, however good the music.

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.

I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!

I can die now. I've lived twice.

I don't lie; I improve on my life.

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

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