While out in TV Nation, under darkening skies, the resistance is just waiting to be organized.

Up up up up up up points the spire of the steeple but god's work isn't done by god it's done by people

You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it, And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way. In fact, I'm laughing less in general, But I learned a lot at my own funeral. And I knew you'd be the death of me, So I guess that's the price I pay.

Let's show them all how it's done, let's do it all imperfectly.

These days, I find I'm applying a little more patience to my process. If I look back on my work, I can see those songs I bailed on could have been better, that had those great two verses and then I kind of coasted from there. These days, if a song is giving me trouble, I put it aside and pick it up later, and keep doing that, for a year if I have to, until it takes shape.

I envy your ignorance, I hear that it's bliss.

I am not a pretty girl. I don't want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.