We all must develop a grounded clarity for ourselves.

Is your place in heaven worth giving up these kisses

I'm a musician first, a food-lover second, a dirty mouth with feet, and a girl last time I checked.

In real life I'm bone dry and when I play I'm a mango and in sex I'm starving to be a dripping mango

I don't want to sit on the sidelines and not value the gift of being here. Instead of the idea of time ticking away, the grains of sand running out, I try to think of time as giving me another grain of sand, another gift. So time passing is an accumulation, rather than a diminishing.

The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

I found the secret to life: I'm ok when everything is not ok.