My life came down to being a granny and watching a lot of television.
Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.
I don't know how to sell out. If I tried to sell out I don't think I could.
My husband had an education. He had a degree in Literature. I married into a camp of literary types.
In some ways, my gift for music and writing was born out of tragedy, really, and loss.
You can give me 400,000 hostile people and I won't even break sweat. If you give me 200 adoring people, my mouth will dry out.