When you're on the pop treadmill, you don't always feel that cool because you have to do things to promote the record that aren't necessarily your environment.

I don't feel I fit in with morning television because I'm like a vampire and I like to stay up late.

What I have learned from the year past is something about miracles--miracles of healing and answered prayer and unexpected happy endings. Each came quietly and simply, on tiptoe, so that I hardly knew it had occurred.All this makes me realize that miracles are everyday things. Not only the sudden, great good fortune, wafting in on a new wind from the sky. They are almost routine, yet miracles just the same.Every time something hard becomes easier; every time you adjust to a situation which, last week, you didn't know existed; every time a kindness falls as softly as the dew; or someone you love who was ill grows better; every time a blessing comes, not with trumpet and fanfare, but silently as night, you have witnessed a miracle.

I believe there are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who do everything right, expecting the perfect outcome every time, and those who know better.

The nerves, the anxiety, the pressure, it's all gone. Being in his arms took it all away.

Because you should never run from something that scares you. This time, you won't be alone. I'll be with you.

I'll never forgive myself for putting you in danger, allowing you to get hurt.

He found me when I was at my lowest point.

How am I ever going to find the strength to leave him?

Why do you still feel the need to punish yourself for something that was out of your control?