Feel free to listen, feel free to stare.

I'm pretty much a workaholic, but when you're doing what you love it's hard to think of a reason to stop.

We get a little further from perfection, each year on the road, I guess that's what they call character, I guess that's just the way it goes, better to be dusty than polished, like some store window mannequin, why don't you touch me where i'm rusty, let me stain your hands

Who says I like right angles? These are not my laws, these are not my rules.

Emptiness has its solace in that there's nothing left to take.

My mother was a feminist, and she gave me some tools of self-possession and self-empowerment, but now that I have lived here for forty-three years, it's, like, whoa, there is just so much more to do, other than become myself. I'm still talking about it. I still drop the P-word, "patriarchy," on unsuspecting people in everyday conversations.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.