I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars.

There's a sea secret in me / it's plain to see it is rising / but I must be flowing liquid diamonds / calling for my soul / at the corners of the world

You decide whether you look at your reality or live pretending these feelings don't exist.

The way I see it, the men that I'm with, whoever they are, it's like look, you have to accept the fact that I like ice cream, and I know it shows up on my hips but if you can't accept that, then leave. Go away, toodles. It is non-negotiable.

Strange, i thought i knew you well, thought i had read the sky, thought i had seen a change in your eyes.

The romantic myth of the artist says that you are the Source. I have no illusion about that. Native Americans don't believe they are the Source. They have access to the Source. Endless access. But don't get confused.

Every place you land in life has a reason and a lesson.