I can sometimes hear her music now, after thirty years -- and remember the leaves falling on some smoky autumn afternoon, the air crisp and the sounds of dogs barking, and train whistles far away.

I respect country music because I feel like it's more about the talent and the songwriting and I put on a big show and we have a lot of stuff but I feel confident in myself enough as an artist and a singer that I can have all of those fun toys and know that we don't need all the bells and whistles either.

I hear that 5 o'clock whistle in my mind like Fred Flintstone and I have to stop. I'm also not much of a morning writer. I have a sweet spot from about 11am to 4pm. But I really work during that time.

The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before the more I look like her the morning after.

The working men I'll go by and they'll whistle. At first they whistle because they think 'Oh it's a girl. She's got blond hair and she's not out of shape ' and then they say 'Gosh it's Marilyn Monroe!'

I drank some boiling water because I wanted to whistle.

I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.

The year most of my high school friends and I got our driver's permits the coolest thing one could do was stand outside after school and twirl one's car keys like a lifeguard whistle. That jingling sound meant freedom and power.