When you live in a condo complex with people next door, I don't know how you can be dead for four months without anybody noticing you not coming and going.

For a long time, I was a career woman and that was it.

I want to regain my First Amendment rights.

Gay activists claim that because I don't subscribe to their political agenda, I am a homophobe, meaning I have a mental disorder - because that is what phobias are.

It would astonish if not amuse the older citizens to learn that I (a strange, friendless, uneducated, penniless boy, working at ten dollars per month) have been put down as the candidate of pride, wealth, and aristocratic family distinction.

Michael was a type of person the whole family went behind who crossed all borders with his music.

I enjoy being happy every day, and hopefully you can hear my happiness in my music. Life is beautiful.

I think, along with the great joy and excitement of having a child, it seems to be that the common themes are also a lot of doubt and fear and uncertainty about being a parent - and about how you might not live up to those expectations.