I'm on this search trying to figure out exactly who I am and what I have to say to people.

I’ve always considered it a great privilege to be a musician, I’ve never lost sight of that.

I can't remove the autobiographical slant from the things I write. You always bring yourself into what you're writing.

I don't think women's prisons are environments for dance routines, and I don't think mass murder is humorous.

I'm on this search trying to figure out exactly who I am and what I have to say to people.

I've found out how overwhelming the media is and the way it drills things into your head, it's almost like a mind control. If I could control prople's minds, I'd like to put something useful in.

I've walked these streets, in a carnival of sights to see. All the cheap thrill seekers, the vendors & the dealers, they crowded around me. Have I been blind? Have I been lost, inside myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized, by what my eyes have seen? I've walked these streets, in a spectacle of wealth & poverty. In the diamond market, the scarlet welcome carpet that they just rolled out for me.