....the sea changes color, but the sea does not change.

You know, the man of my dreams might walk round the corner tomorrow. I'm older and wiser and I think I'd make a great girlfriend. I live in the realm of romantic possibility.

If the sun warms up the rain, and the rain puts out the sun. Why does the greatest love become the greatest pain?

All I ever wanted Was to know that you were dreaming.

All my feather stuff is in L.A. at a temperature-controlled stage-storage place. I keep all my good stuff there because if I had it all in my house, I wouldn't have any room for my regular clothes. It has to, like, not live here.

Love is only one fine star away.

There is a part of me that has to depend on fantasy, because if you can't be somewhat of a fantasy person, then you can't write