“If we can feel that it is not our voice, not our fingers, but some reality deep inside our heart which is expressing itself, then we will know that it is the soul’s music.”

“Something deep inside each one of us seeks to prove we are good enough--to our parents, our friends, ourselves, God. We do this because we know deep down that we aren't good enough, and the illusion of feeling like good people feels better than the reality of knowing we are not.”

“style is not skin deep, it is soul deep. It is our most significant form of expression. It is how we communicate who we are to the world around us - it is our voice.”

“..:The heart can feel and see what the eye cannot see nor feel..We don't need hands in order to hold someone else's heart nor eyes to know what we can persive in the spirit and deep inside our hearts…So, lets give someone a chance:..”

“We see with our eyes. We know with our hearts. Outside...Inside.”

“I think," she began quietly, "I think we want... not just bread for our bellies. We want more than only bread. We want food for our hearts, our souls. We want- how to say it? We want, you know- Puccini music.... we want for our beautiful children some beauty." She leaned over and kissed the curl on her finger. "We want roses....”