You talk to people and they seem really nice and then you read what they write and it's very disillusioning. You have to deal with how people let you down in terms of that. Because I think I'm basically a nice person and I think I'm a real person, and a lot of people aren't.

I know you're shining down on me from Heaven, like so many friends we've lost along the way. And I know eventually we'll be together, one sweet day.

Apparently I don't do stairs, I won't walk on carpet and I refuse to walk on grass. How do I do to get around, hover?

I don't mind being compared to Whitney (Houston), there are people miles worse to be compared to.

I'm really fortunate. I'm really happy, and I'm really really lucky to be where I am.

You don't have to be doing vocal acrobatics or singing all over the scale to have soul.

One day I promised God that if he would give me my voice back I would never smoke again. I got three octaves back after quitting.