You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds, but soon you'll cage me on your shelf. I'll never learn to be just me, first by myself.

I haven't got time for the pain.

The models for me were more the folk-rock singers of the '60s and '70s.

You don't have to prove to me you're beautiful to strangers, I've got loving eyes of my own.

Everyone has problems, and learning to share them is essential. Hiding pain requires an enormous amount of energy; sharing it is liberating.

Well, I make every song I sing personal. I've never chosen a song that wasn't.

It's like The Mold in Dr. Florey's Coat, about the discovery of penicillin. Out of these strange accidents come huge discoveries. A certain purple bleeds into red and all of a sudden you have something unexpected.