I’ve played the powerless in too many dark scenes. I was blessed with a birth and a death and I guess I just want some say in between.
One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.
Too much is how I love you, but too well is how I know you.
I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like when you’re not wearing words. I wonder what we have when we’re not pretending...
We are taught to view pain as an enemy, not a teacher. But pain is the right hand of growth and transformation. Pain is in the history of all human wisdom.
We are wise women, we are giggling girls. We both carry a smile to show when we’re pleased, we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves.
I turned my pain into art and my hard work into a career. Helping myself has helped others. helping others has helped me.
I don’t take good pictures ’cause I have the kind of beauty that moves.
The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don’t bother looking into my eyes if there’s something you want to know, just ask.
I walk like I’m on a mission ’cause that’s the way I groove. I got more and more to do and less and less to prove.
I mean, playing music at home and writing and hanging out with my guitar is kind of medicinal for me, but when I bring the songs to people on stage, it’s very joyous.
We’re led by denial like lambs to slaughter, serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water.
Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.
God forbid you be an ugly girl, ’course too pretty is also your doom, ’cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.
Art may imitate life, but life imitates TV.
I’d rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.
Maybe you don’t like your job, maybe you didn’t get enough sleep, well nobody likes their job, nobody got enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life, but you know, there’s no escape, there’s no excuse, so just suck up and be nice.
My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it’s very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do.
Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends. But, there’s nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.