The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.

I'm not a very nostalgic person. I don't really look at the past and summon up regrets, or self-congratulations, it just is not a mechanism that operates very strongly in me. So I neither have regrets nor occasions for self-congratulations.

I want to be paid for my work, not work for my pay.

We all need that experience of forgetting who you are. Forgetting who you are is such a delicious experience and so frightening that we're in this conflicted predicament.

Only in Canada could somebody with a voice like mine win 'Vocalist of the Year'.