I just try to use my own life to build a human song: something that people can relate to in some way. It's not like the psychiatrist's couch or anything.

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days

We all assume the worst the best we can.

I'm one of those people who sort of feeds on music.

I like writing in an illustrative, descriptive way. I prefer describing to rather than explaining.

We play some smaller songs larger than they are the record, and vice versa. It took me a while to get used to playing live.

It's fun to be able to revisit a song and do something that doesn't really illustrate the song but works tangentially or runs parallel to the song in some way.

I'm kind of interested in visual communication. For me it's more about suggesting than arguing a point.

I had all these songs lying around. They had all these woman characters, and I thought the idea of the Woman King would be a good way to tie them all together.

It sort of depends on the song. Some of them are pretty easy to write, and others take a while. I do a lot of writing in the morning.

There are good places to play and bad places.

Life was wonderful, so filled with people and activities, with love and laughter.

Isn't it ironic that a nightmare can masquerade as a dream?

When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with secrets. When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us.

When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.

I have never believed in being part of any one group or camp.

The quality of leaders matters less than the quality of citizens.

She's in tenth grade,' he said. 'I hear she's been homeschooled till now.' Maybe that explains it,' I said.

The only thing I do is just pray for inspiration, for a way of thinking, because I don't have any particular goal in sight.

Lust, Greed, Anger, Attachment - These are all paths to hell.

People tend to think of their lives as having a dramatic arc, because they read too much fiction.