Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

I wanted to be a skinny little ballerina but I was a voluptuous little Italian girl whose dad had meatballs on the table every night.

I started singing about three years ago, I entered a local singing competition called Stratford Idol. The other people in the competition had been taking singing lessons and had vocal coaches. I wasn't taking it too seriously at the time, I would just sing around the house. I was only 12 and I got second place.