Life Is Fleeting. It Is To Be

When I Was Little, My Mom Tells Me, I Used To Say Things Like, 'mom Do You Hear The String Section? Do You Hear The String Section?' And She Would Look At Me And Say, 'no Honey, I Don't Know What You're Talking About.'

I Am The Worst Influence. If You Can't Handle Your Vices, Then I Am The Devil.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

Sometimes I Hear My Voice And It's Been Here, Silent All These Years

Never Was A Cornflake Girl; Thought It Was A Good Solution: Hanging With The Raisin Girls.