ART is domination. It's making people think that for that precise moment in time there is only one way, one voice. Yours.

Only when I was singing did I feel loved.

I was always too mature for my age - and not very happy. I had no young friends. I wish I could go back to those days. If I could only live it all again, how I would play and enjoy other girls. What a fool I was.

I would not kill my enemies, but I will make them get down on their knees. I will, I can, I must.

You are born an artist or you are not. And you stay an artist, dear, even if your voice is less of a fireworks. The artist is always there.

When my enemies stop hissing, I shall know I'm slipping.

When I did not become enemies, then I understand that there was nothing standing.