Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

I didn't like the sound of people gasping at the mere mention of my name. It horrified me...

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

I'm a method actress in my songs, which is why it's hard to sing them.

Lazy reviewers look up other people's reviews and they write the same thing, so you get people writing crap based on crap.