I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

You know, something happened to me when I became 70. I started to feel a tremendous love for the human race, and life and this planet, the universe, the whole shebang.

We get shy about saying things like I love you. Life is so short. It's crazy, that we hesitate to express our true thoughts to each other.

Cosmetics is a boon to every woman, but a girl's best beauty aid is still a near-sighted man.

I'm free from holding personal anger because I can express what I want through my music.

My life has always been unplanned. So when something comes along, I feel like, Why not give it a try? It's fun to experiment like that.

Touch, touch, touch, touch me love, I'm shaking inside.