“You need to be happy with who you are and, whoever that is, let your little light shine.”

If I can wake up everyday before I die and know that I don’t have to serve anyone food or drinks, I will be happy!

My mom and I are like sisters. We kind of grew up together. She always treated me as an adult. I never had curfew. She’s a workaholic, like I am. We’re not super family-oriented people, you know?

I live on a ranch in Texas and do my own thing. And I don’t care what anyone has to say about it. My joke is that the only people I’m trying to please are myself and my fans, because they’re the ones buying my records. And I have the best, most loyal fan base ever.

I’m cute – and God I hate that. Because that’s not cool. I’m like your niece, and nobody wants to date their niece. It’s the chubby cheeks. The whole reason people voted for me on American Idol is because I’m an everyday, normal girl.

And more so now, since having a family – I don’t seek out any other acceptance.

People are really concerned about my relationship status. When I tell people I’m happy being single, they don’t believe me. They say: ‘You have to be miserable being alone’.

I was a poor kid, and my mom was a single mother of three.

This is my life; these are my fingerprints; I’m unique; this is what I want to do. You worry about your own front porch and what’s happening in your own world.

I’ve loved my 20s, but I would never repeat them.

I’m waiting for the floor to drop out from under me.

Everyone says I’m like the girl next door. Y’all must have really weird neighbors!

I don’t obsess about my weight, which is probably one of the reasons why other people have such a problem with it.

I would not be a good mother. I mean, I love being an aunt to my niece and nephew. And I used to want to, like, adopt 10 kids – because I had friends who were adopted, and I thought that was the coolest thing, to be chosen. But again, my job is too selfish.

I have the world’s worst pregnancies.

Never take advice from someone you wouldn’t trade places with.

People keep asking me if I am having more fun, being blonde, but I always have fun! Whether I’m blonde, redhead, or brunette! I always have fun.

He was a wildfire burned bright and fast and free.

Not every story has a happy ending.

And in the end, she realized she wasn’t just enough. She was so much more.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

Nor can a man any more live, whose Desires are at an end, than he, whose Senses and Imaginations are at a stand.

In the end what matters is not how good we are but how good God is. Not how much we love Him but how much He loves us. And God loves us whoever we are, whatever we’ve done or failed to do, whatever we believe or can’t.

It’s not the pace of life I mind. It’s the sudden stop at the end.

Knowledge is in the end based on acknowledgment.