If you hear a good song, it makes you hopeful like, That is out there.

I'm not the type of woman who shows off my body; I'm a vocalist and I'm a writer and I think people see that more so than they see anything else. That's just who I am.

Why do we love love when love seems to hate us?

The person I would trust the most is my mom. She's just really creative... She's a playwright and she's a musician.

When I find myself having that much trouble with a song or a character or a story, I tend to move on.

After you've been away, people's expectations are like, "Well, you better have something to show for it. Tell us why you've been away so long!"

Everybody is going to love me and this is not being cocky - this is just what I see.

As I'm writing it, I'm kind of curious to see what's going to happen. It almost feels like I'm the writer and I'm the listener, too.

I think a lot of the way that I try to write my stories come from watching my mom write plays and trying to do that.

I'm not great with breathing, like holding notes. I usually don't. A lot of people wouldn't believe it, but I don't focus on technical stuff.

What's kind of weird is that when I'm writing I don't know where I'm going to go.

Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn't know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.

Your charisma and charm can make your moments more memorable for amazing first impressions.

There is always hope and room for faith. Unless, of course, you trust the voice that screams otherwise, while ignoring the whisper that knows this to be true.

Have you killed a man, drowned a crocodile, hunted a wolf, or raped an abuser? Stop pretending you love someone.

Everyone of us has a high mountain to climb and a deep valley to level but the only thing makes us different to each other is the way we deal with these obstacles.

My own child, one of them, died of AIDS. A brilliant boy.

I don't think young people need to see the face of the deceased.

When we change the way that we pray, everything changes.

You know, I never did music for money. I did music to hear myself in the club, and to hear my creation on the radio.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.