I Can't Even Say I've Begun Yet,

You Have To Write Badly To Write At All. If It's Crappy, I Will Rewrite It Later. But It Will Be Mine. You Can Hear The Resonance Of An Artist Who Goes Into Herself.

A Gourmet Meal Without A Glass Of Wine Just Seems Tragic To Me Somehow.

I Would Step Into A Place Of Being Lined Up With A Sense Of Purpose And My Inner Compass, And Everything Was Going In The Same Direction. Then I'd Get Lazy And Get Off The Track. And Then Things Would Start To Fall Apart, And I'd Back Up And Get It Together Again.

An Eye For An Eye Til Everyone Is Blind.

Dance Like Nobody's Watching.