I've had a lot of fun watching my husband's wonderful career as a filmmaker unfold and all the interesting places we've been and people we've met. It's just been a really enjoyable ride.

In theater and dance, I was trying to win someone's approval, trying to get in, trying to be good. It felt out of my control, whereas music suddenly felt like this free expression. It was fun.

There are definitely some stories worth telling and I think there's something to be said for telling your story.

You realize you can get good at something, even though ballet almost felt like you could never be good enough. No matter how hard you worked, it was so hard to be a great dancer.

I think the culture today is very, very different from what it was in the '60s, and I feel lucky that I grew up at a time when I had these very strong female role models.

I like singing in harmony - I like not having to sing every song.

There are different chemistries you can have in different bands, and part of that's caused by the gender.

Oh, well, I'd like to have commercial success. I guess.

I don't read music, which is a shame, actually, and I shouldn't even speak of it because it's embarrassing, but it's true.

I went to UC Berkeley for college, and it was during the period when the whole punk movement was happening.

That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it's because you're truly a wise man.

the nurse smiled and patted my arm. “Don’t give up yet. Sometimes when we think God has written The End, what he really means is The Beginning.

As long as man remains an inquiring animal, there can never be a complete unanimity in our fundamental beliefs. The more diverse our paths, the greater is likely to be the divergence of beliefs.

When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.

What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.

Wherever it is resisted, slaver dies away and freedom grows.

They have called Operation Iraqi Freedom a war of choice that isn't part of the real war on terror. Someone should tell that to al Qaeda.

You give loyalty, you'll get it back. You give love, you’ll get it back.

The words, when they came to my heart, were so gentle, and familiar -- and so very sad: What is this you have done?

Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.