Yes, my mother was a singer, and my father played piano and keyboards. They were in a band together, though they also had regular jobs because they had kids and stuff like that.

Actually, I wear the nail polish to hide how grubby my nails are.

I mean, y'know, platinum is different in every country, which can be confusing.

In Ireland, it's been like U2 and The Cranberries, which is rock, but you know they're Irish.

Oh yeah, we all write. That's what's great about when you have basics in piano.

I would like not only to have a successful band, but I want to have children, a home, and a husband. Two or three. Children, not husbands!!!

A lot of the songs are written on piano or guitar, so I contribute, and I have done so since the beginning. So it's been good to be involved completely musically as well.

We play our Irish songs a bit more loosely.

I listened to a lot of bands that were happening at the time, but no one in particular.

I do like to look at female drummers, because I am one.

I used to play the piano in the band, and so there's some horrendous scenes of me playing the keyboards.

I felt a wish never to leave that room - a wish that dawn might never come, that my present frame of mind might never change.

Smartass Disciple: Master, why heaven is up there and hell is down there ?Master of Stupidity: If otherwise, it wouldn't be celebrated as ascension day.

To speak of happiness is to create happiness.

I get so tired of people acting like, you know, black men and women never help each other, never support each other.

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise. At no other time have I so sharp an understanding of what God means to do with me as in these hours of dawn.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

I studied to be a chef as a side thing, a little hobby that I enjoyed doing, but I ended up falling madly in love with the food and the lifestyle.

When I have the opportunity, I want to perform the guitar live for my fans. Please expect that!

My arm bones looked like chicken bones.

Without a constant livelihood, there will be no constant heart.