I am a thinned-skinned type. I am very sensitive, very emotional. Vulnerability is kind of always a part of my day.

You're trying to fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling, and falling is like this.

What bugs me is that you believe what you're saying. What bothers me is that you don't know how you feel. What scares me is that while you're telling me stories, you actually believe that they are real.

If you think you know what I'm doing wrong well you're gonna have to get in line.

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.

I was supposed to be cool about this, yeah, I remember - cool was the plan. Tried to keep it all under wraps, but the wraps kept going slack. I keep turning round, I keep coming back.

Change the narrative, change the laws.