I'm not a wanderer, which is funny because I'm on tour half the time. I'm a home, hearth and family kind of person.

I did spend a year in high school being obsessed with Fleetwood Mac.

I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight No I was all horns and thorns sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright.

People in San Francisco and the East Bay have shown interest, done interviews, and have come to shows. I guess that the news travels fast out of this island that we are on.

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.

Never get so attached to a poem that you forget truth that lacks lyricism.

I would happy for someone to download my music.

What a woman does is open doors. And it is not a question of locking or unlocking.

I am producing sounds that people are not used to hearing from the harp.

Lyrics are very different. There is a clear line between that and a poem. Something that has been a source of great excitement and delight for me is this idea that I get to rhyme.

I wasn't interested in writing music that wasn't beautiful for me to listen to.

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.

Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin.Wanting a man who was sin itself.

John Kenneth Galbraith and Marshall McLuhan are the two greatest modern Canadians that the U.S. has produced.

Make sure your intentions are not only for yourself, but also for the common good.

Multitasking? I can't even do two things at once. I can't even do one thing at once.

I would rather read poetry than eat my dinner any day. It has been so all my life.

And what more could I possibly ask as an artist than that your most precious visions, however rare, assume sometimes the forms of my images.

Dancers work and live from the inside. They drive themselves constantly producing a glow that lights not only themselves but audience after audience.

It is many times with a fraudulent Design that men stick their corrupt Doctrine with the Cloves of other mens Wit.

The problem isn't that Johnny can't read. The problem isn't even that Johnny can't think. The problem is that Johnny doesn't know what thinking is; he confuses it with feeling.