Tell Me You're Crazy, Maybe Then I'll

If You Jump, You Best Jump Far.

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.

Sometimes I Hear My Voice And It's Been Here, Silent All These Years

I Remember Driving To North Carolina When I Was A Little Girl In A Snowstorm To Get Down To My Mom's Family In The Carolinas. There Were Chains On The Car - It Was The Late Sixties - And We Were Just Singing In The Car. Christmas Carols.

Things Go Wrong All The Time; You Can't Be Precious About It.