History is the lie. History's words stain otherwise pristine books, drops of inky poison frosted in sugared deception.

Only the dead remember the truth.

The tear-stained letters of my regret will remain forever unread, for I am never going to be strong enough to give them to you.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.

What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What kind of slave outshines and rises above her master?

Innocence has no place alongside immortality.

A respectful woman is a righteous woman.

I would like a man now who is rich, and who can give me a boat - a sailboat. I want to own it and let him pay for it. My first love is the sea and water, not music. Music is second.

There's life outside Backstreet Boys that is going on and continuing.

Obstacles come to instruct, not obstruct.

O maternal earth which rocks the fallen leaf to sleep!

What people don't understand is that how you are as an artist depends on how you are emotionally.

Be at your best when your best is needed.

I am who I am, in terms of shooting from the hip occasionally.

I can do anything. Anything at all. That's the trouble.

I've had some styles that make me wonder what the hell I was thinking. How did I let someone do that to me?