Feminists Were Psyched That I Had Armpit

For Me Music Is A Vehicle To Bring Our Pain To The Surface, Getting It Back To That Humble And Tender Spot Where, With Luck, It Can Lose Its Anger And Become Compassion Again.

And She Is Your Holy Mary. And I Am So Ordinary.

I Am Searching For The Truth. Somewhere, It's In The Music.

I See My Albums As Working Diaries, As Living Scrapbooks Of Me And My Life.

I Am Not The Person Who Is Singing I Am The Silent One Inside. . . . I Am Not My House, My Car, My Songs They Are Only Stops Along My Way. . . .