I get caught up in my bubble of reading writing or music.

I didn't think it was fair to my music to label me as the daughter of somebody - I didn't think it described me very well and I didn't think it had anything to do with my music.

I've been told the weirdest things: 'Yeah I love taking a bath to your music!' or 'I gave birth to my daughter while listening to your music.'

Hunting fishing drawing and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not and cared naught about them.

Country music is still your grandpa's music but it's also your daughter's music. It's getting bigger and better all the time and I'm glad to be a part of it.

I was irrevocably betrothed to laughter the sound of which has always seemed to me the most civilised music in the world.

The trouble with music appreciation in general is that people are taught to have too much respect for music they should be taught to love it instead.

Music makes us want to live. You don't know how many times people have told me that they'd been down and depressed and just wanted to die. But then a special song caught their ear and that helped give them renewed strength. That's the power music has.

Close friends contribute to our personal growth. They also contribute to our personal pleasure making the music sound sweeter the wine taste richer the laughter ring louder because they are there.

Although I am basically self taught I consider Debussy my teacher - the most important elements are colour light and shadow.

I was influenced when I was younger by the cartoon movies that Disney put out like Cinderella and what not. I watched those movies over and over when I was younger and the music is ingrained into my head. Nowadays I'm still humming the tunes. It taught me the fundamentals.

I had a daughter who was 9 years old and I had the feeling I wasn't going to be a real parent if I didn't quit making movies for a while and spend time with her. I also felt that I'd made enough movies and said what I had to say at the time.

I have a huge breakfast every morning because I never know if I'll have time for lunch especially during Fashion Week. It keeps my mood positive all day. And my parents taught me to have tons of fruit and vegetables which I think helps my skin.

Oh I have this feud going with the L.A. Unified School District because I keep getting these phone calls saying my daughter keeps missing classes I mean at all hours of the night I had like two calls this morning and I keep calling saying I haven't got a daughter!

A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.

I was up late last night yapping about the elections on CNN and up early this morning doing the same thing in my daughter's kindergarten class.

We hear the stories every day now: the father who puts on a suit every morning and leaves the house so his daughter doesn't know he lost his job the recent college grad facing up to the painful reality that the only door that's open to her after four years of study and a pile of debt is her parents'. These are the faces of the Obama economy.

It's hard to think of yourself as a brand especially when I have four daughters who kick my butt early in the morning every day before I go to work.

It is not time for mirth and laughter the cold gray dawn of the morning after.

This morning I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel and while I was using it it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls!

I still at hotel rooms I do this one sort of not-so-cool thing: continually shoving my room service tray in front of someone else's door. Because I don't want the remnants. I don't want to be caught like being like the pig that I was at two in the morning.

And I know this happens because I took economics and I'd explain it to ya but I flunked that course. Not my fault. They taught it at 8 o'clock in the morning. And there is absolutely nothing you can learn out of one bloodshot eye.

My mom always taught me to be sweet and polite and cross my legs because it's what the guys like. Actually they like a raunchy girl once in a while.

My mom taught me how to make grilled chicken and I bake too.