Dance With The Sufis, Celebrate Your Top

I'm Trying Not To Move, It's Just Your Ghost Passing Through

To Me Glamour Isn't About Being Sparkly.

I Think There's A Time As A Writer When You Want To See The Best Things In Life, And You Go Out Wherever You Go With Your Dreams As A Writer Or A Composer.

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

I Don't Own A Computer. I Have A Nine-foot Piano In My Home To Compose My Messages. Why Would I Want A One-foot Computer To Do The Same Thing?