My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes
Fiona AppleWhen I came in from Paris recently, for some reason the guy from customs wanted to know what kind of music I wrote. I was like, "I really want to please you so you don't keep me here, but I have no answer to that."
Fiona AppleFor me, the best times are always going to be the most intense, the ones with the highest highs and the lowest lows.
Fiona Apple