I'm not aware of too many things, I know what I know, if you know what I mean.

You're just playing, playing, playing, and then an image or something will come into your mind, and basically you're just narrating it with music, letting it move along.

There's nothing I hate more than nothing. Nothing keeps me up at night. I toss and turn over nothing. Nothing could cause a great big fight.

But who cares? I can honestly look back and realize that everything happened for a reason. Everything that fell apart has fallen back into place beautifully and magically.

Becoming a mom made me more contentious about expressing my true taste.

It's hard to believe that you're really here, so I just pretend that you're not here.

I like Rufus Wainwright a whole lot. He makes me wanna be even more musical.