I'm Not Psychic, But My Lyrics Are.

I'm Ultimately A Widow And A Single Mother, Who's Not Even Getting To Be A Mother Right Now. I Am So Alone, It's Freaky.

For Years, Despite Having Impeccable Taste, I Didn't Understand How To Convey That I Had Impeccable Taste.

I Am Not Suicidal. Occasionally, Like All Of Us, I Get Depressed And It Was Over A Year Ago And I Had A Little Mini Attack, Well A Big One ... I Don't Know Quite Why It Happened But I Find Medication Is Not The Answer To This.

I Think Self-destructiveness Is Given A Really Bad Rap. I Think It Can Also Mean Self-reflection And Poetic Sensiblity. It Can Mean Empathy, Hedonism, A Libertarianism.

I Get Nervous About Press And About Being Rejected Or Disappointing Myself.