I feel a sense of sadness and joy. Mostly sadness though about what I’ve experienced and sadness about what others have experienced in reference to the stroke.

All through school, I was losing hundreds of pounds in school, so that’s a journey – that’s an old journey. I’m tired of that. I know that road.

See, I’m not the type of writer that has 400 songs in a suitcase someplace on the shelf. I’m sort of a rise-to-the-occasion-type of writer, so when I know I’m going to record, I get in the mood to write.

When I was larger, people said I was fat. Now that I’ve lost weight, they say I died.

The best part is still ahead of me – I haven’t experienced my ‘good old days’ yet.

I’d like to be remembered as a premier singer of songs, not just a popular act of a given period.

One look in your eyes and there I see just what you mean to me. Here in my heart I believe your love is all I’ll ever need.

How I’d love, love, love, to dance with my Father again...

The best things in life are free.

My father would lift me high. And dance with my mother and me and then. Spin me around til I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he would carry me and I knew for sure I was loved.