Applause, applause, life is our cause.

Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.

I lost my daughter at 21. I had to give her up because I was broke, no place to take her, no money to take her. That was very traumatic.

My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

I don't know how to sell out. If I tried to sell out I don't think I could.

I assume there must be some kind of genetic thrust. My two grandmothers were very different, but both of them were frustrated musicians.

people will tell you were they have gone, they'll tell you where to go, but until you get there for yourself you never really know.