I collect art books. I have hundreds and hundreds of them and they get me to start hearing things. Sometimes people look at them, but I find that visual art gets me listening, gets me hearing things.

For the most part, pianos are female to me. Sometimes they're dykes, and they're always good fun.

Women must understand that simply attacking or hating men is just another form of disempowerment. A woman has to realize that when she makes a man crawl it doesn't give her power.

Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They're like bull elks in a field.

Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it.

Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.

We are all fairies living underneath a leaf of a lily pad.

It's emotional blackmail to say if you're a good businesswoman and a musician, you're betraying your music.

People think I'm nuts because I can sit in a room and be happy by myself.

The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

Some people hide more than others, and it does intrigue me.

Man masters nature not by force, but by understanding

Believe that life is taking you down a wonderful path!

He'd been told that women were sensitive about such things, as if a scar could somehow ruin their beauty, but scars were just stories told in flesh...

Seeing Jesus prolongs your life. Seeing Jesus keeps you healthy. Seeing Jesus makes you strong.

Paoletta turned to him with a dark face.“You’d better watch out, Chase. He’s passed over to the evil side.

The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears, or the ocean.

We always talk about being a spark and swinging the momentum of the game and that swung it.

To be a soul winner is the happiest thing in the world. And with every soul you bring to Jesus Christ, you seem to get a new heaven here upon earth.

The evening of a well spent youth brings it's lamps with it.

We are talking. It's a shame. What is said is murdered. Our words that will not grow any bigger or any lovelier will wilt inside our bones. Words wither feelings.