I don't mind a dirty girl. But what I find tragic is when we, as women, become not the subject of our own story but someone else's object.

You'd think that in this age, especially in the 21st century - especially with all the technology and all the discoveries that we've made - that we would figure out how to tackle abuse.

My father was a preacher in Maryland and we had crab feasts - with corn on the cob, but no beer, being Methodist - outside on the church lawn.

God sometimes you just don't come through, Do you need a woman to look after you?

For the most part, pianos are female to me. Sometimes they're dykes, and they're always good fun.

I'm not somebody that gets played a lot at parties and weddings. I mean, you know, you mention my name and you get an eye roll, until, of course, you're jumping off a bridge.

I've been raising up my hands drive another nail in just what God needs one more victim