If you don't have music, you have silence. There is power in both.

During the 'ballad' years for me, the politics was latent; I was just falling in love with the ballads and my boyfriend. And there was the beauty of the songs.

We need to have faith in the people who are giving this movement direction to be smart enough to stay one step ahead of what's coming up next.

To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing with...to sing to you and the daffodils.

You may not know it, but at the far end of despair, there is a white clearing where one is almost happy.

Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.

People say I'm such a pessimist, but I always was. It never stopped me from doing what I had to do. I would say I'm a realist.