Shining in the midnight moonlight, while the King sings love me tender.

I don't take compliments so well. I always hang my head and shuffle and kind of try to immediately forget.

I so much appreciate it when anybody tries to make something and tries to be an artist - I'm happy to see the work.

I'm not usually where I think I am. It's kind of spooky.

People who were born alone are defined by feelings like "Who's gonna be with me when I die? Who will ever understand me? Will I always feel so alone? Maybe if I write a book..." and you forget that that doesn't help you so much.

I've been trying to avoid goal-oriented behavior.

I am a New Yorker, one; I'm an artist, two; I'm a woman, three.