But at the age of 44, I sure hope to be a better businesswoman. I want to get the music straight to my fans.

Far away, to an infinite world I escape. I'm clear and calm, I'm unafraid. Sunless days, in my sheltered milkyway. In Saturn's rings I feel no pain.

Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair

I've left Bethlehem, and I feel free. I've left the girl I was supposed to be, and some day I'll be born.

At the age of 15 months my daughter was diagnosed with very bad asthma, and essentially I put my career on hold for a good eight years.

I'm a songwriter who's put my childhood memories and teenage angst into songs.

The monsters are in your own head

For me music is a vehicle to bring our pain to the surface, getting it back to that humble and tender spot where, with luck, it can lose its anger and become compassion again.

When you're a plebeian you want success, and when you're successful you want to be a plebeian again

The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.

Just watching my cats can make me happy.

How could a society produce such masters and such monsters?

We, humans, easily associate every Good with God and every bad with devil, ignoring the fact that God is the creator and origin of everything.

A fish might more easily live on the apex of a rock than a man accustomed to crime live a life of virtue. (“The Story of Prince Barkiarokh”)

Some people may call me a nerd. I claim the label with pride.

The architect, Peter Arens who is the monstrous carbuncle architect, not merely did his design which had won a public competition never get built but his practice suffered financially for some years.

Some secrets should never turn into confessions. I know that better than anyone.

I'm not the only one who feels the sting of continually losing.

Real love shouldn't be disposable.

I want the flower and fruit of a man; that some fragrance be wafted over from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse.

I saw Gabriel, like a maiden, or like the moon amongst the stars. His hair was like a woman's, falling in long tresses...He is the most beautiful of Angels.