When I got sick this past summer, I couldn't - my mind just wasn't on music. The rest of the band understood. But once October came, I felt ready to get back again.

Singing is my life. And when I can do that, that's when I'm free. That's when I'm at my happiest, I'm at my most.

I'm not going to sing something if it doesn't make sense to me, or if it makes me look like I'm begging someone or I'm weak, because that's not me.

I'm singing, you know, because I'm happy and I'm free.

Some people can sit down and write a song, but they can't go on stage like I can.

Play with me and you play with fire.

I'm going to keep on keeping on as long as I've got my health and strength, and God gives me that will to do it.

God's eye is on a sparrow. And I know - oh, yes, I know he watches over me...

Music is my happiness, my joy, and when my body wasn't right I couldn't get into my music without being healed, without being healthy.

When I'm on tour, I don't see these spots as much as I'd like. I'm just in, I perform, then I'm out. I hope to spend years sightseeing, then more years after that.

I miss my hair, but I feel like going out there with some fake braids wouldn't be right. I want to be the most genuine performer I can be.

cause when there's life there's still hope

Propaganda is a sprinter, but truth is a long-distance runner.

[Talking pictures are] like putting lip rouge on the Venus de Milo.

I love reader mail, and I do read it, but I won't read hate mail.

Some people are very good at being 'stars' and it suits them. I'm grudging about it and I find it annoying.

I think an education is beneficial, but whether it takes an education to be successful in the arts is a whole other question.

We are all so sunk in sin, and so wedded to the world, that we would never turn to God and seek salvation, unless He first called us by His grace. Without a divine call, no one can be saved.

I'm pretty much an open book.

There's no such thing as a lost cause, or a dead end. Through persistence, attitude, and creativity, there's always an escape route.

The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there Stood in the circuit of a needle's eye.