It took so long to make it in America. The year I arrived was a bad year for women singers, the record company told me. So I starved. I lived in a hotel so dreadful I can't even talk about it.

I'm still an embryo with a long long way to go.

If you had told me when I was 18 that I wouldn't have made it until I was 29, I would have said, Forget it.

It took me a year to really learn the American lingo. I really feel for people who are coming here and don't speak English at all. It must be hell.

Stop living a day at a time and stop worrying about age.

I like music to soothe me.

I worked with my parents on the stage in production numbers since I was 4, but I never really gave much thought to being a performer on my own until I was 12 or 13.