I can’t believe that I would keep, keep you from flying And I would cry a thousand more if that’s what it takes to sail you home.
I think there are pieces of me you’ve never seen.
Look, I’m standing naked before you; Don’t you want more than my sex? I can scream as loud as your last one, But I can’t claim innocence.
An angel’s face is tricky to wear constantly.
And my Saab is so great I’m gonna marry it.
I just hand shoes on the wall. They’re architecture you know.
There are 23 bootlegs now. Robert Plant came home with a bootleg video and said ‘Tori, you’ve made it. You’re nothing until you’ve been bootlegged.’
Anything a wife should do, I’m terrible at. Anything a mistress should do, I’ll try.
It’s not as if the stories merge to a point where you think they are your life, but you do let them in the front door and the back door, and it’s okay that sometimes certain characters stay for dinner.
I’m a tomato freak, but sometimes you have to get it in ketchup form for people to be able to open to tomatoes.
I use innocence in my demeanor like a Venus flytrap...
I like butter and the people who like butter.
I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars.
Do we soon forget the things we cannot see?
If you know me so well, tell me which hand that I use.
I found the secret to life: I’m ok when everything is not ok.
What I want is not to want what isn’t mine.
Press the button, pump the water, build the pressure, push the piston, press the button. It’s the perfect job.
I don’t own a computer. I have a nine-foot piano in my home to compose my messages. Why would I want a one-foot computer to do the same thing?
I’m obsessed with crocodiles and getting eaten by one. When I hear that someone’s been eaten by a crocodile or shark, I just get all gooey. I start salivating.