Oh, no, I think I'd die on my own. I'd be so lonely. Even at home, I'm lonely. I sit in my room and sometimes cry. It is so hard to make friends, and there are some things you can't talk to your parents or family about. I sometimes walk around the neighborhood at night, just hoping to find someone to talk to. But I just end up coming home.

Your cameras can't control the minds of those who know, that you'll even sell your soul just to get a story sold.

Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be?

The key to being a wonderful writer is not to write. You just get out of the way. Leave room for God to walk in the room. And when I write something that I know is right, I get on my knees and say 'thank you.'

Some friends, you only see them when the sun shines.. My fans sustained me even in dark days. I owe them everything.

I just can't conceive of how a person could hate another because of skin color. I love every race on the planet earth.

They hunt you. It's terrible... They never think about how the person feels about what they write.