Living modestly in a suburban neighborhood while trying to support four children through private school is not extravagant or living large.

The handicap of deafness is not in the ear; it is in the mind.

When it comes down to it, it's about who you know, and who's a fan. It's about whether you're the right age, whether you're hot or not, whether the studio is into you or not.

It was ability that mattered, not disability, which is a word I'm not crazy about using.

Why are people so interested in other people's relationships? It's like stealing.

During a visit to California, when a friend of my grandmother's told my parents that I must be deaf because I was not responding to sounds, my father was absolutely convinced that I was simply being stubborn.

I'm a proud person who happens to be deaf. I don't want to change it. I don't want to wake up and suddenly say, 'Oh my God, I can hear.' That's not my dream. It's not my dream. I've been raised deaf. I'm used to the way I am. I don't want to change it. Why would I ever want to change? Because I'm used to this, I'm happy.