You say, Wait a minute, God, you spared me from a slave job in an office, and now I have a slave job onstage. I am not on that clock no more.

I keep letting you back in. How can I explain myself? As painful as this thing has been, I just can't be with no one else.

I didn't have that intense ambition to be a musician or an actress. I just enjoyed it. And by enjoying it, because I loved it, it enabled me to get better at what I was doing, because there was a love behind it.

I hope that by people seeing the result of freedom that they'll want some, too.

We can't plan life. All we can do is be available for it.

I am up there onstage alone with that guitar. I don't have to consider no one else and whether they are comfortable. I need very little.

Every time that God navigates my ship, there's nothing cerebral going on. There's very little thought. It's almost as if I have the directions. Every time I try to do it myself, I'm conjuring up my own concoction and trying.