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

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.

You have this mounting aggressive ignorance with the rabbit's foot of their particular religion. You don't really have any kind of spiritual law, just a kind of a rabid mental illness. The songs are a little slice of life.

Happiness is the best facelift.

I have one piece of music, since 1997, and I don't see it having lyrics. Where does it go in this world? So I haven't recorded it.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

Unlike some of my peers, I haven't really hit a writer's block. When I hit a block I just paint, which is an old crop rotation trick.