There are a lot of aspiring singers who are not paid attention to because they don't look like a fashion model.

When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.

We were raised with the idea that we had limitless chances and we got very shocked to learn that wasn't the case.

Music is a work in progress. On a record, it gets frozen in time. And it's oddly unnatural.

We've got blue light, we've got all this light flooding our bedrooms and things blinking, and you can't get a decent night's sleep.

I just thought that I was going to get to sing for a living and I wouldn't have to go to work in the department store or whatever else you did if you were a woman in those days.

You and I, travel to the beat of a different drum, can't you tell by the way I run, every time you make eyes at me.