I always wanted to be commander-in-chief of my one-woman army, But I can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour.

The way I play guitar is very, very hard and I bloody myself incredibly without the tape. And the nails are my picks.

There's a paradox in every paradigm.

I'll walk the plank and I'll jump with a smile, cause if I'm gonna go down I'm gonna do it with style.

When I look down, I miss all the good stuff And when I look up, I just trip over things.

How come I can pick my ears, but not my nose? Who made up that rule anyway? How can you say that's the way it is, that's just the way it goes, why don't you decide fore yourself what you can do?

We are wise, wise women. We are giggling girls.