I Went To Jail For 11 Days

Mostly What I Listen To When I Turn On My Little Ipod Is Opera.

All Of Us Are Survivors, But How Many Of Us Transcend Survival?

If People Have To Put Labels On Me, I'd Prefer The First Label To Be Human Being, The Second Label To Be Pacifist, And The Third To Be Folk Singer.

I Think The Question That Nobody Wanted To Deal With Is The Question They're Posing: Did My Kid Die In Vain? Because The Answer Is Too Awful.

To Sing Is To Praise God And The Daffodils, And To Praise God Is To Thank Him, In Every Note Within My Small Range, And Every Color In The Tones Of My Voice, With Every Look Into The Eyes Of My Audience, To Thank Him. Thank You, God, For Letting Me Be Born, For Giving Me Eyes To See The Daffodils Lean In The Wind, All My Brothers, All My Sisters, For Giving Me Ears To Hear Crying, Legs To Come Running, Hands To Smooth Damp Hair, A Voice To Laugh With And To Sing With...to Sing To You And The Daffodils.