Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren’t. You are pure at heart or you aren’t. If you are pure at heart, or lucky, you might catch a break.

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

I'm bleeding, I'm not just making conversation.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

We laugh & it pits the world against us.