You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.

I've been married to the same man for all this time. The way we fight sometimes, you can tell.

The night I announced I was getting married, Daddy paced for hours on the porch.

Nobody's perfect. The only one that ever was, was crucified.

I think I reach people because I'm with them, not apart from them.

I don't go to church regular. But I pray for answers to my problems.

I don't know what it's like for a book writer or a doctor or a teacher as they work to get established in their jobs, but for a singer, you've got to continue to grow or else you're just like last night's cornbread...stale and dry.