“I was hugely relieved to discover there was a purpose for girls with loud voices.”

Broadway has changed tremendously from the early days when the shows were referred to as musical comedies.

I love Mary Chapin Carpenter songs. I love her songs ‘Come On, Come On’ and ‘I Am A Town’, they’re two of my favorite songs.

There’s a lot of maintenance that goes into being a professional singer.

When there’s an opportunity to do more, we must.

Our stories are different; our pain is the same.

Everything good that I know was taught to me by great teachers and I feel like giving back and sharing the technique is the thing to do.

It’s just a little ranch. Thirty-five acres. In Texas, if it’s not a thousand acres, it’s considered a ranchette.

As you get older, your voice changes, as well. Your voice should be able to last as long as you last.

If we’re for one another, we’re feminists. The rest is semantics.

The work that must be done for each woman to reconnect with her psyche and to give herself a chance to live her own life is essentially the same. The realization of the equality of all races, the equality of all beings is essential.

I have never experienced racism in the feminist movement, so it concerned me to think that I was unable to see the subject clearly because I came from white, middle-class privilege.

The word, and the concept of feminism, was a gift because it gave me a sense of identity and a way of defining how I wished to live my life.

The pure connecting factor is that those of us who describe ourselves as feminists want equal rights for all people.

My two great loves are music and horses.

I talk too much speak too much I think out loud wish I knew what’s on your mind. – overthinking.

No matter what happens, I’m loud, noisy, earthy and ready for much more living.

Your silence was my loudest cry.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.

Its always the quiet ones who love the loudest.

The loudest cries are heard in silence.

Pride – it screams a lot louder than love sometimes.

All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.