Our world is a huge mess right now, and not big enough for masses of intolerant people.

People listen to music the way they want to listen to music.

Standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, and I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song.

I know that mess spelled backwards is ssem and I felt much better armed with that information.

She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.

Sometimes you need to take a departure from what you do to something that's slightly different in order to get inspiration.

I call that god the Little G. Because the god that we've been worshipping is not to me the Supreme Creator. Anybody who needs to control and make people feel ashamed. . .It's like, 'I send my only begotten son. . .' Well you know, that concept of sending a son where we as women could, like, breastfeed him and give him milk, but he's not gonna soil his dinky with us? What's that all about?