I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.

I just want to show off my scar proudly and not be afraid of it.

A really strong woman accepts the war she went through and is ennobled by her scars.

The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.

Everyone has problems, and learning to share them is essential. Hiding pain requires an enormous amount of energy; sharing it is liberating.

You know when you take the paint off an old canvas and you discover that something's been painted underneath it? That's what I feel like - that part of the old is coming through the new.

I've learned that nobody's perfect, and I don't expect myself to be perfect anymore.

Life is a dream even in its most painful moments, it's a dream that we can dance to.

My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.

As a singer I tried on all these hats, these voices, these clothes, and eventually out came me.

Seventy times seven" is a medicine for a healing community, not for a community with all the answers beforehand and all the appropriate punishments afterwards.

Time, whose tooth gnaws away everything else, is powerless against truth.

The technology used to detect if vehicles are carrying radioactive material is so sensitive it can tell if a person recently received radiation as part of a medical procedure.

Only after a piece of music is done does my frontal cortex allow me to organize what might be trying to come out of my subconscious.

To recognize the significant in the factual is wisdom.

What separates the winners from the losers is how a person reacts to each new twist of fate.

Yes, this is life; and everywhere we meet, Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat.

You win by struggle, and that requires understanding and serious analysis of the options and the circumstances, and then you can do a lot.

I'd be lying to you if I said guys weren't afraid of him. I'm afraid of him, afraid of him running in to me.

Kurt Cobain, when he did his videos, you look into his eyes and he couldn't even face the camera; he was in pain and I'm angry about Kurt. This guy didn't have to die.