I Just Hand Shoes On The Wall.

When I Was Little, My Mom Tells Me, I Used To Say Things Like, 'mom Do You Hear The String Section? Do You Hear The String Section?' And She Would Look At Me And Say, 'no Honey, I Don't Know What You're Talking About.'

If You Know Me So Well, Tell Me Which Hand That I Use.

It's Fun To Write Your Set List 20 Minutes Before And Keep The Crew Very Much On Their Toes.

My Father Was A Preacher In Maryland And We Had Crab Feasts - With Corn On The Cob, But No Beer, Being Methodist - Outside On The Church Lawn.

The Last Thing I Want To Be Known As Is 'the Girl Who Got Raped'. The Big Turn Around You Make In Your Head Is From Victim To Survivor.