I Am A Woman Of Heart And

You've Got To Keep The Child Alive; You Can't Create Without It.

You Wake Up One Day And Suddenly Realize That Your Youth Is Behind You, Even Though You're Still Young At Heart.

You Win The Lasting Laurels With Your Laughter.

Once I Got The Open Tunings For Some Reason, I Began To Get The Harmonic Sophistication That I Heard That My Musical Fountain Inside Was Excited By. Once I Got Some Interesting Chords To Play With, My Writing Began To Come.

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.