I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

We all must develop a grounded clarity for ourselves.

What I want is not to want what isn't mine

If you know me so well, tell me which hand that I use.

The music is the magic carpet that other things take naps on.

Things go wrong all the time; you can't be precious about it.

Me and Charles Manson like the same ice cream.