If I ignore my work, I start having anxiety attacks.

On the plane, an eight-year-old with an excess of testosterone keeps running across my feet. Finally I grab him by his T-shirt and say, very sweetly, 'Listen, darling, if you don't stop trampling me I'm going to make you sit on my lap while I tell you my entire life story. Including a lot of details about drug rehab and my divorce.' He goes back to his seat.

I wanted to be a songwriter.I didn't so much want to be a performer.I more grew into that just from being a songwriter.

If I ignore my work, I start having anxiety attacks.

Well, the first year I lost my voice I didn't mind so much because I was going to have a baby and I was distracted with him anyway, I didn't even think about it that much, well, OK, this is what's happening.

Just a thank you is a mighty powerful prayer. Says it all.

I was a songwriter; that was the torch I carried. This is an honorable profession. This is what I do.