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.
Your apocalypse was fab.
The rain is sharp today, as you shock me sane.
Dance with the sufis, celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain.
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.
When they say take from my body, I think I’ll take from mine instead. Getting off, getting off while they’re all down stairs.
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys, those Christian boys.