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.
I’ve never felt anything that moves me as much as my piano. I’m an emotional player. I don’t really like people. I prefer my piano to people. It’s totally reliable and it’s alive. I can hear what it’s saying.
In real life I’m bone dry and when I play I’m a mango and in sex I’m starving to be a dripping mango.
My fear is greater than my faith, but I walk the missionary way.
The romantic myth of the artist says that you are the Source. I have no illusion about that. Native Americans don’t believe they are the Source. They have access to the Source. Endless access. But don’t get confused.
Somebody will come backstage and go, ‘You saved me.’ And I will have to say, ‘Stop right there. You saved yourself.’
If you jump, you best jump far.
I am finding that vulnerability gives me great strength, because you’re not hiding anymore. It’s really about being a pioneer for myself, going into the places where I am not being taught. I have to teach myself.
There were times that I needed to go to battle, but how I went to battle wasn’t always the best way in.
Tell me you’re crazy, maybe then I’ll understand.
It’s emotional blackmail to say if you’re a good businesswoman and a musician, you’re betraying your music.
There’s a side to this industry that nurtures divas who can’t write. It’s a big business.
You don’t leave people who can’t defend themselves.
Boy, you better pray that I bleed real soon.
Confucius does his crossword with a pen.