I was so involved in my boy-rhythms that I never came to grips with the fact that I was a girl. I was twelve years old when my mother took me inside and said, "You can't be outside wrestling without a T-shirt on." It was a trauma.

I walk alone, assaulted it seems, by tears from heaven.

I have great respect for my parents. I got such beautiful things from both of them. It doesn't mean that we didn't have our rough times, but they were remarkable people who were open-minded, creative and hard-working, and had great senses of humor.

When I was younger, I felt it was my duty to wake people up. I thought poetry was asleep. I thought rock 'n' roll was asleep.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

Wisdom was a teapot, pouring from above. Desolation angels, served it up with love.

It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to Him.