In The Past, I Had Workaholic Issues.

It's Not Hard To Feel Afraid And Insecure. I Still Fight An Inner-critic Voice, Definitely. I Hear It A Lot.

I'll Write Records Until I'm Dead. And Then Maybe Even After That!

Beauty Is Now Defined By Your Bones Sticking Out Of Your Decolletage. For That To Be The Standard Is Really Perilous For Women.

Profanity Is Merely An Expression Of One's Emotions

Writing A Song Doesn't Heal Things. Even If The Song Comes Up With A Solution, It's Still Only A Theory. Going Out And Living My Lyrics Is A Whole Other Deal. That Takes Courage.