I saw you with your envoy A consenting adult Technique in moderation But vogue to the cult Me I’ve got my strangers To exile in the night I guess I’m just addicted To the pain of delight.
You are more powerful than you know; you are beautiful just as you are.
Chemotherapy tests your sanity.
To be completely stripped bare of any image power or my hair. To step onstage and get the response that I got blew any problems I had about self-image out the door.
Go on and close your eyes, go on imagine me there She’s got similar features with longer hair And if that’s what it takes to get you through Go on and close your eyes it shouldn’t bother you.
The sweetness is in having success with something you truly believe in.
I hope that you know in your heart how you feel about things, and you don’t let the people that live on fear and hate govern the way you live.
Cancer Is an opportunity to sit down and look into yourself and find the answers. Yes, it’s serious, but it’s not the end-all.
I had to go see the Glee concert with my daughter – oh my God, shoot me.
I’m for gay marriage, because I’m for gay divorce.
Your own personal health is your own personal choice, all the way down the line.
When you grow up in one town and your life revolves around it, you are very aware of any darkness on the edge of town. That’s because it’s scary and it’s inviting.
What I do believe in is other worlds and spirits. There is some other power in control – levels of energy that perhaps we don’t see.
I tell people that anything that could ever happen to you on stage has happened to me. My clothes have fallen off. I’ve fallen off the stage. I’ve gotten sick – anything.
We all want to judge; it’s an intrinsic part of our society and human nature. I’m not surprised that talent shows are hits, but I’m glad some of them aren’t so brutal.
I write songs for people who drive in cars. I really do.
My ultimate joy and happiness is being a wife and mother.
I’m one of those people that will say, ‘My cancer was a gift.’
On the road, as a ‘rock star,’ there’s superficial attention and adulation is thrown at you for a couple of hours – then you’re alone in your room and it’s lonely.
Life happens, and I write about it wherever I am.