The main thing in one's own private world is to try to laugh as much as you cry.

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful.

Everybody in the world wants the same thing...to be needed...a job that he/she can do well...to love somebody...Everybody...There's no mystery.

Oh, the holiness of being the injured party.

We need language to tell us who we are, how we feel, what we're capable of- to explain the pains and glory of our existence.

I am a very religious person, so it is the presence of God, the constant unwavering, unrelenting presence of God which continues to help me to keep a character which I am proud to show.

I admire people who dare to take the language, English, and understand it and understand the melody.