The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don't bother looking into my eyes if there's something you want to know, just ask

TIME is not a thing that's ours to lose.

My writing just kind of exists out there in the air-it's all sort of intended as spoken, or sung, word. So, to commit them to the page...that way was kind of intimidating to me, yet intriguing, to try to reflect the rhythms and connotations and emotions that you can deliver, speaking-wise, on a page.

I don't know if there are artists out there who love their own records. I haven't met any, and I'm kind of extreme in the other direction, but therein lies the impetus to keep working and keep making new songs and new records.

Women who don't control their own reproductive rights are not free.

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

For every hand extended another lies in wait. Keep your eye on that one girl...anticipate.