I've always wanted to sing, just as I've always known that one day I would have my own niche in the annals of song. It was a feeling I had.

I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.

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

I can die now. I've lived twice.

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

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

Death is the beginning of something.