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

I always thought the women of song don't get along, and I don't know why that is.

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.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

Everybody's saying hell's the hippest way to go. Well, I don't think so, but I'm gonna take a look around it though.