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

I’d like to be remembered as someone who wasn’t satisfied with just one level of musicianship as someone who was a pioneer.

I never went round to loads of managers saying ‘this is what I have, this is my product and I’m going to be famous so you’d better sign me up.’ They came to me.

I would love to study guitar or trumpet.

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.

Holy humility confounds pride and all the men of this world and all things that are in the world.

What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.

Until things are brighter. I’m the man in black.

Why lower oneself to taking pride from being American or British, when you can boast of being man!

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

Science, my boy, is composed of errors, but errors that it is right to make, for they lead step by step to the truth.

Father asked us what was God’s noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.