And there was a beutiful view But nobody could see Cause everybody on the island Was saying Look at me! Look at me.

I think women are excellent social critics.

All of nature talks to me - if I could just figure out what it's saying - trees are swinging in the breeze. They're talking to me. Insects are rubbing their legs together. They're all talking. They're talking to me.

And there was a beutiful view But nobody could see Cause everybody on the island Was saying Look at me! Look at me.

When I was four, I was a kind of sky worshipper. I would look at the sky, and I wanted to evaporate into the sky - I loved the sky. I loved looking at the trees, just because they touched the sky.

That's really a very different experience: You don't have to look to be understood. You're already understood.

The fewer expectations you have, the better.