In New York I Pretty Much Live

Every Now And Then The Stars Align, Boy And Girl Meet By The Great Design, Could It Be That You And Me Are The Lucky Ones? Everybody Told Me Love Was Blind, Then I Saw Your Face And You Blew My Mind, Finally You And Me Are The Lucky Ones, This Time

I Like A Little Hardcore Love.

Sometimes, Love Feels Like A Life Or Death Situation. Losing True Love Is Pretty Much As Bad As It Gets, Other Than Actually Dying Or Losing Good Health. Most People Know That. Most People Can Relate. It's Like The End Of The World.

We Have Nothing To Lose, Nothing To Gain, Nothing We Desired Anymore- Except To Make Our Lives Into A Work Of Art.

If My Choice Is To, I Don’t Know, Be With A Lot Of Men, Or If I Enjoy A Really Physical Relationship, I Don’t Think That’s Necessarily Being Anti-feminist. For Me The Argument Of Feminism Never Really Should Have Come Into The Picture. Because I Don’t Know Too Much About The History Of Feminism, And So I’m Not Really A Relevant Person To Bring Into The Conversation. Everything I Was Writing Was So Autobiographical, It Could Really Only Be A Personal Analysis.