On Saturdays I worked all day in Hunter Gaunt's drugstore in Winchester, and then at night, my mother drove me to Front Royal, where I sang pop tunes.

I don''t wanna be rich, just live good.

Mother would come and pick me up at work and take me wherever I could get a job. Mother didn't trust anybody with me. Usually we'd get home at 3 in the morning.

Im not making up my mind about anything right now. Things are happening so quickly for me, and Im still in the thinking stage.

You don't appreciate home until you leave it and, let me tell you, you can't appreciate life till you've almost left it! Some people hope and die with their song still in them. I used to think that happiness resulted when my earnings matched my yearnings! But not anymore!

The final words of a domestic bully: If you leave me now furious angels will descend upon you and bring you back to me.

I think I've found out who I am and what we've been looking for. We don't have to search for my identity anymore. This is it-we're doing it!