My words are like Mummy: butterflies trapped inside a net.

We're told to plug our nosesto escape the smells. Manure.Rot.Poverty?Reality.

...you see what you wantand you want what you see, but if I have anything to say about it, that willnever beme.

Nani’s allegiance is to her angerandangerruns deeper than blood and skin.It’s set in boneand bone, once broken, neverheals the same.

Have to wait my turn.Have to follow the rules.Have to smile like I agree.Have toHave toHave toHave toChoose him.

Like birds leaving the dangerous places man must also leave his dangerous ideas!

Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.

We have the real self and the false self, there's nothing wrong with them, and everyone has both of them.

If God is satisfied with the work, the work may be satisfied with itself.

It takes a great deal of time and thought to install work carefully. This should not always be thrown away. Most art is fragile and some should be placed and never moved again.

When I think of a legacy, I think of the legacy of being a mom.

When you need to make a decision, don't let your emotions vote.

Choose the way of life. Choose the way of love. Choose the way of caring. Choose the way of goodness. It's up to you. It's your choice.

I'm obsessed with being human.

It's hard to view myself sometimes as even in the same league as other musicians, mainly because there's so much music before me. I feel overinformed by different styles and different possibilities.