“I always wrote poetry and stuff like that, so putting songs together wasn’t that spectacular.”

I don’t understand, Why do I stress the man, When there’s so many bigger things at hand?

Music was my ultimate ambition but I liked all of it. I wanted to discipline myself in dance and acting too and I’d done all three since I was 9-years-old. I could sing, but I didn’t become a great singer.

Cause I’m a musician, I’m not really good at posing and being a model, like, modeling.

I know I’m talented, but I wasn’t put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family.

I’m romantic. I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations. The other day, I saw a tramp polishing his shoes. That just gripped my heart.

I’m a young woman and I’m going to write about what I know.

If you don’t throw yourself into something, you’ll never know what you could have had.

I’m a realist and a dreamer. There are certain things you can give certain people and certain things you can’t.

I saw a picture of myself when I came out of the hospital. I didn’t recognize myself.

If you’re nice to me I’ll never write anything bad about you.

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn’t that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

I didn’t think it was special to be able to sing.

I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations.

There are certain songs I cannot hear because they are so personal that it hurts me to listen.

Over futile odds, and laughed at by the gods And now the final frame. Love is a losing game.

Christina Aguilera has her own style, so good on her. I don’t think anyone’s every told her to put on some leather chaps and get her noonie out. She’s an amazing singer but a lot of her music I can’t even hear.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

Silence is the garden of thought.

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.