Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.

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

Sunlight will renew your pride.

In terms of fiction, I'd rather go out and have a good time than read a book about someone having a good or bad time.

We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.

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