I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, 'Hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'Oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'No - I want magenta!'

Songs can be Trojan horses, taking charged ideas and sneaking past the ego's defenses and into the open mind.

I am tempted to keep the car in drive, And leave it all behind...

I'm not really good at keeping my own secrets. I can keep other people's secrets pretty well. Unless they're really good and people deserve to hear them. And I'll disseminate the information accordingly.

I can't even explain to you how terrible that feels, that I equate dating a woman with punishment, shame, guilt, disappointment, reproach, reprimand, persecution. It's a nightmare.

I'm trying everything I can not to be jaded 'cause I don't like jaded musicians.

I have male fans, but I'm persuading them to become female!