I Lived Through The Garbage.

My Voice Had A Long, Nonstop Career. It Deserves To Be Put To Bed With Quiet And Dignity, Not Yanked Out Every Once In A While To See If It Can Still Do What It Used To Do. It Can't.

I Know That Anybody Who Does All This And Doesn't Have To, Everything Thinks She's Very Driven. The Truth Is, I Enjoy It All So! Can't It Be That Simple? I Think It Is! I Don't Feel Overworked. I Get A Constant Kick Out Of Being Heavily Committed. Is That Sick Or Something? God, What Would I Do Sitting Still?

I've Always Tried To Be Cheerful, Because I Think People Who Whine Are Boring, And I Never Could Tolerate Bores.

I Can't Be Happy Every Day But I Can Be Cheerful.

There Is No Shortcut To Anyplace Worth Going.