My individual, psychological descent coincided, ironically, with my ascent into the public eye.
I find a lot of poetry to be narcissistic.
I don't know how to sell out. If I tried to sell out I don't think I could.
Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.
I see music as fluid architecture.
I never loved a man as far as I could pitch my shoe.