“You are only a young talent, but we don’t know how old your soul is.”

I got married when I was 16 so I had to do shift-work to make ends meet.

Time is my enemy. Time will catch up with me vocally. And I dread that. I dread to think about life without singing.

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Dont just do something because everybody else is doing it- do it your own way!

Once heard, Never forgotten!

You can’t lose the essence of a song. I try to enhance it more than anything else.

I’ve always felt myself as being a serious singer.

I like to drink to suit my location.

Love is in the air everywhere I look around. Love is in the air every sight and every sound.

We won best breakthrough video, it meant so much to me to win that award, it was a turning point in my career.

Pussy cat, pussy cat, I love you, yes I do. You and your pussy cat nose.

I come from a coal-mining, working-class background. My father was a coal miner.

I think when you’ve lived a bit, you read more into the songs. I do, anyway. And you’re sort of living the songs rather than performing them,

I’ve always liked to dance – I’ve got a natural rhythm.

I think it’s good that I had some experience of the real world before I became successful. You know, having to get up in the morning and going to work in construction.

It is widely held that too much wine will dull a man’s desire. Indeed it will…in a dull man.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

Who acts, shall endure. So speaks the voice of the age-old wisdom.

You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.

When you’re old enough to write a book for children, by then you’ll have become a grown up and have lost all your jokeyness. Unless you’re an undeveloped adult and still have an enormous amount of childishness in you.

When I see myself as an old woman, I just think about being happy. And hopefully, I’ll still be fly.

Promise you won’t forget me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.

Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!

I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend’s prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief.