So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

Land of snap decisions, land of short attention spans, nothing is savored long enough to really understand.

An artist needs a certain amount of turmoil and confusion.

You could write a song about some kind of emotional problem you are having, but it would not be a good song, in my eyes, until it went through a period of sensitivity to a moment of clarity. Without that moment of clarity to contribute to the song, it's just complaining.

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.

Morgellons is constantly morphing. There are times when it's directly attacking the nervous system, as if you're being bitten by fleas and lice. It's all in the tissue and it's not a hallucination. It was eating me alive, sucking the juices out. I've been sick all my life.

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