My parents had a love for music. There were so many records, so much music constantly being played. My mother played piano, my father sang, and we were always surrounded in music.

What was freely given to me, I freely give.

I was unhappy with my life. I had acquired everything I thought I wanted, only to find out, This is it?

Nobody's going to force me to do something against my will. What do I owe anybody that I should submit my will to them?

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

It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in.

We don't want people to have expectations of us, but then we have expectations of everybody else.