We're living in world, stars and dust Between heaven 'n all that surrounds us We're travellers here, spirits passing through And the love we give, is all that will endure Just like a rose after the rain Something beautiful remains Tears will leave no stains Time will ease the pain For every life that fades Something beautiful remains

This is what I want in heaven... words to become notes and conversations to be symphonies.

What is love but a second-hand emotion?

So when it came to role models, I looked at presidents' wives. Of course, you're talking about a farm girl who stood in the fields, dreaming, years ago, wishing she was that kind of person. But if I had been that kind of person, do you think I could sing with the emotions I do? You sing with those emotions because you've had pain in your heart.

I've never bothered about my color.

Love is definitely a foundation, a spiritual connection that makes peace. Also it is the change in the world. People don't get so hung up on it any more as they used to. They feel that it can be secondary in some instances.

I will never give in to old age until I become old. And I'm not old yet!