When I am able to be present, listening - really listening - to a viewpoint described through someone else's lens, I am here in the now and alive.

Inspiration quite frequently arrives as a surprise. The key is being open to it.

I've never felt anything that moves me as much as my piano. I'm an emotional player. I don't really like people. I prefer my piano to people. It's totally reliable and it's alive. I can hear what it's saying.

I see the dream and I see the nightmare, and I believe you can't have the dream without the nightmare.

From in the shadow she calls. And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way. And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph. My image under her thumb. Yes with a message for my heart. 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 survived this torture which left me paralyzed for years. That's what that night was all about, mutilation, more than violence through sex. I really do feel as though I was psychologically mutilated that night and now I'm trying to put the pieces back together again. Through love, not hatred. And through my music. My strength has been to open again, to life, and my victory is the fact that, despite it all, I kept alive my vulnerability.