Music Isn`t For The Eyes, It`s For

I Was About To Meet Beyonce, And I Had A Full-blown Anxiety Attack. Then She Popped In Looking Gorgeous, And Said, "you're Amazing! When I Listen To You I Feel Like I'm Listening To God."

I Don't Care If You're Black, White, Short, Tall, Skinny, Rich Or Poor. If You Respect Me I'll Respect You

I Won't Let You Close Enough To Hurt Me.

I Wouldn’t Be Able To Write A Song Like “someone Like You” And Get Someone Else To Sing It Because It’s So Personal. It’s Like Giving Away Your Heart.

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.