“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.”

I live for my sons. I would be lost without them.

I don’t go by the rule book. I lead from the heart, not the head.

I found myself being more and more involved with people who were rejected by society – with drug addicts, alcoholism, battered this, battered that – and I found an affinity there.

Whoever is in the distress can call me. I will come running wherever they are.

As always, a million heartfelt thanks for bringing such joy into this chick’s life.

I wear my heart on my sleeve.

I should never have played with fire and I did. And I got very burned.

I’d like to be queen of people’s hearts.

I wish all the mothers, fathers and children out there realize how much I need them and how much I value their support.

I like to be a free spirit. Some don’t like that, but that’s the way I am.

I love to hold people’s hands when I visit hospitals, even though they are shocked because they haven’t experienced anything like it before, but to me it is a normal thing to do.

You can’t do anything good that you don’t feel in your heart.

The worse illness of our time, is that so many people have to suffer from never being loved.

From the first day I joined that family, nothing could be done naturally any more.

As for becoming queen, it was never on the forefront of my mind when I married my husband. It was a long way off, that thought.

Helping people in need is a good and essential part of my life, a kind of destiny.

I love to sing and I really love to write, but in terms of being onstage, I’m not that comfortable.

Too often we enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.

In spite of all of the things, the issues, that we may be confronting today, I’m very hopeful, very optimistic about the future.

Brothers don’t necessarily have to say anything to each other – they can sit in a room and be together and just be completely comfortable with each other.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.

Happiness looks good on me, but the pain is so comfortable.

Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren’t always comfortable, but they’re never weakness.

Hurt me with the truth. Don’t comfort me with a lie.