“I dedicate my love and whole heart this Memorial Day to my Dad, a soldier, who like many others, suffers in silence with pride and honor.”

I have to speak for myself. As far as videos go – casting, the artwork, everything – I’m completely hands-on. You have to be if you want your points across.

I turned down Prince William’s invitation for me to sing at his birthday bash because he was spearing animals in Africa and bringing publicity to it, and I thought that was pretty disgusting!

Why do we fall in love so easy, even when it’s not right?

I’m never the kind of person who’s sitting at home reading the charts and basing how I feel about myself or even my career on stats. I’ve always based it on, ‘Am I doing the best that I can do?’

Seems it’s my destiny for love to cause me misery.

Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect.

I’m not barbie, and i’m alright with that.

People are always like, Why did you and husband Carey Hart get back together? Well, we weren’t done. And now we have Willow, so we’ll never be done.

The only problems I’ve ever had with being honest is telling people how I feel about them or saying how I feel about other people.

To experience the good you have to have seen the bad; plus it makes you appreciate blessings more. Tough times taught me to be a fighter.

I’ve always loved to prove people wrong. I want to be able to cross color lines, because in music, there really is no barrier.

Carey’s had tough times as well, so between the two of us, it’s perfect.

When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.

My definition of stupid is wasting your opportunity to be yourself because I think everybody has a uniqueness and everybody’s good at something.

Sometimes it takes a tragedy to bring people together, Other times it just takes music.

But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die. You’ve gotta get up and try, try, try.

I tell myself I can’t have off days.

I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.

My goal is to be one with the music. I just dedicate my whole life to this art.

If you do not get what you want, it is a sure sign that you did not seriously want it.

I would steal the sun, if that is what it took to bring the light back into your eyes.

No hours, nor amount of labor, nor amount of money would deter me from giving the best that there was in me.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

The more medicated, the more dedicated.