“It’s incredibly liberating to spend an hour talking to someone and not caring about what you sound like. It’s about understanding myself. Sometimes I’ll speak to my therapist for an hour a day. It’s become part of my routine.”

Every day now, I discover something new. Go through phases in which I feel much more in touch with my feminine side in ways I never thought possible. I’m letting the woman inside of me speak, the desires of this woman, speak as loud as they can.

I consider myself a laborer, building my career brick over brick under the sun.

People get jaded in every profession, but for some reason,

I started the Pies Descalzos foundation in Colombia when I was 18, and since then, I have been very involved in the crusade for education.

Gerard doesn’t tell me what to do. We discuss everything as a couple, as I imagine most partners do. We have a beautiful relationship and one of mutual trust.

I do take advantage of, you know, feeling sensual and feeling sexy.

I think, if you can prove the existence of God, it can only be proven through love.

I thank God that I’m a product of my parents. That they infected me with their intelligence and energy for life, with their thirst for knowledge and their love. I’m grateful that I know where I come from.

I like to see people’s eyes when I’m singing to them.

Gerard and I pretty much share all parenting responsibilities, although I’m definitely the disciplinarian.

I’m Colombian and nothing will change that.

Sensual is everything that refers to the delight of the senses. And that’s what artists do, is stimulate the senses in any possible way.

You’re a song written by the hands of God.

I tried to give my career a shot from Barranquilla, but the musicians would never show up. It was just not taken seriously.

The worst mistake of a woman is to go to the kitchen, because then she never gets out of there.

My man, Gerard, prefers meat over bone. That takes the pressure off. I already have a lot to worry about.

All well-regulated families set apart an hour every morning for tea and bread and butter

Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.

Sometimes when you get hammered till the small hours you feel pretty good in the morning, but really it’s just because you’re still a bit drunk.

Been making love for hours and, baby, we’re still going strong. Girl, this night is ours and I swear I feel it coming on. All I know is when we get through, I ain’t going to be able to move.

It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

The hours of a wise man are lengthened by his ideas.

I have a free couple of hours,” i told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. “there’s a very private, very secluded barn in lookout hill park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes.” i heard the smile in his voice. “you want me bad.