I crave intimacy to the same burning degree that I detest commitment.

I feel that part of my life's artwork is creatively dealing with all this negativity and anger and rage and hatred coming from whatever corners it's coming from and somehow manifesting all of that anger into something positive, which is such a hard job.

The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end

There's a huge cloud of shame around art and business being seen as bedfellows.

There's a part of me that is really, really happy with all of my success lately because of what it can get me and what it can buy me in the fact that my music will hopefully reach more people. But it also makes me a little bit miserable because the minute the spotlight is on you, people start flinging sh*t at you for whatever reason.

There's really no honor in proving that you can carry the entire load on your own shoulders. Andit's lonely.

There was a dance that everyone was doing that was heavily skewed with the power in one direction, but the dance was basically working, and then the dance got really disrupted with the first wave of feminism, and nobody found their footing yet - not the guys, not the women.