I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust.

I love my little overgrown yard. And my house is wonderful. It's everything that I need.

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

I've lost lots of men in my life, besides my mother, which is a whole different loss.

I don't wear makeup. I can't stand nothin' on my face. It's a phobia. It's not a platform.

For I desired, as Youth does, to be taken by the hand and hurled into the world.

I wasn't thinking so much of music. I wasnt thinking so much of perfection or stardom or any of that stuff.