If I were to imagine myself as an idler wheel inside some big mix of gears, then I would be connected to everything. It's not like there's just me and then nothing.
Fiona AppleMy scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes
Fiona AppleEverybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel it's necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.
Fiona Apple