When love is unkind, it is not love anymore.

The art of love is who you share it with.

I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney.

I have a lot of confidence, but little Self-Esteem. This has given me a tremendous creative spark because it forced me to keep proving myself.

I am, I cried. I am, I said. And I am lost.

I may have a little bit of a talent for music, but I've learnt to tap into my own self when I write. When I put the drill bit inside my heart, sometimes I come up with something light and frothy, sometimes with something deep and painful, but it's great to connect with the audience.

Over the years, you grow up, you mature and you see things in a different way, and it's reflected in the writing.