The way that words fit together is always interesting to me. I love words.

I had known that people would probably have strange reactions to my voice, because I have kind of an unwieldy, difficult voice, but I never thought that anybody would have a problem with the harp. I just assumed... C'mon, it's a beautiful instrument.

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.

We deserve to know light. And grow evermore lighter and lighter.

There's something fundamental to the harp that has retained its appeal my whole life. It's an instrument I am just in love with.

I can bear a lot but not that pall

I did spend a year in high school being obsessed with Fleetwood Mac.