I've never felt anything that moves me as much as my piano. I'm an emotional player. I don't really like people. I prefer my piano to people. It's totally reliable and it's alive. I can hear what it's saying.

A lot of the carols were not as you hear them now.

Baker, baker, can you explain, if truly his heart was made of icing.

An ounce of breast milk is even more potent than the finest tequila.

I don't mind a dirty girl. But what I find tragic is when we, as women, become not the subject of our own story but someone else's object.

My childhood was extreme.

When you don't have people in your life pushing you, can you push yourself?