I hope and believe we are paving a better future for female artists to come

Far away, to an infinite world I escape. I'm clear and calm, I'm unafraid. Sunless days, in my sheltered milkyway. In Saturn's rings I feel no pain.

Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair

I've left Bethlehem, and I feel free. I've left the girl I was supposed to be, and some day I'll be born.

At the age of 15 months my daughter was diagnosed with very bad asthma, and essentially I put my career on hold for a good eight years.

I'm a songwriter who's put my childhood memories and teenage angst into songs.

The monsters are in your own head

For me music is a vehicle to bring our pain to the surface, getting it back to that humble and tender spot where, with luck, it can lose its anger and become compassion again.

When you're a plebeian you want success, and when you're successful you want to be a plebeian again

The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.

Just watching my cats can make me happy.

People gravitate to what they believe to be popular... Technology is enabling even more of that.

As his partner on this amazing journey, I can tell you Mitt Romney was not handed success. He built it.

If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.

It is better to advise than upbraid, for the one corrects the erring; the other only convicts them.

The washing machine changed the world more than the Internet.

Discipline has within it the potential for creating future miracles.

I hope to have more time to think, to look at the sky, dealing with less crisis management, to learn another language, to travel.

Something sacred, that's it. We ought to be able to say that such and such a painting is as it is, with its capacity for power, because it is "touched by God."

When you play quarterback in San Francisco, not much goes under the radar.

Most of our oldest memories are the product of repeated rehearsal and reconstruction.