Now that I have written many words, and let out so many loves, for so many, and been altogether what I always was a woman of excess, of zeal and greed, I find the effort useless.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

The starting point toward developing an improved future is building the power to picture it.

I get to travel around the world and meet all of these amazing people, and they're singing my songs! And to me, that's crazy.

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

I've had a very good career and I'm grateful that the public has had some level of acceptance and appreciation of my work.

Advertising never sold a bad product twice.

I still sing on bits and pieces. Singing's something that I love to do, but it's not something that I pursue as a career.

But I'd much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings.

Being a mod is more of a sensibility than a style.

You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.

Too much magic could wrap time and space around itself, and that wasn't good news for the kind of person who had grown used to things like effects following things like causes.