I am nostalgic of an era I never knew.

My baby lives in shades of blue, blue eyes and jazz and attitude.

If my choice is to, I don’t know, be with a lot of men, or if I enjoy a really physical relationship, I don’t think that’s necessarily being anti-feminist. For me the argument of feminism never really should have come into the picture. Because I don’t know too much about the history of feminism, and so I’m not really a relevant person to bring into the conversation. Everything I was writing was so autobiographical, it could really only be a personal analysis.

I used to wonder if it was God's plan that I should be alone for so much of my life. But I found peace. I found happiness within people and the world.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why.

I guess my strongest recurring theme is honoring love, even when it's lost.

And I really have done everything that I said I did do. The rest is just a story that somebody else made up.