You run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking, racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Contempt loves the silence, it thrives in the dark. With fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart.

Each of us, a cell of awareness, imperfect, and incomplete. Genetic blends, with uncertain ends, on a fortune hunt that’s far too fleet.

You just pick a chord, go twang, and you’ve got music.

Squint your eyes and look closer. I’m not between you and your ambitions. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I’m beyond your peripheral vision, so you might want to turn your head. ‘Cuz some day you are gonna get hungry, and eat all of the...

I’m not cheap, you understand. I’m just a cut price person in a low budget land. Excuse my shoes they don’t quite fit. They’re a special offer and they hurt me a bit.

I never believed that U2 wanted to save the whales. I don’t believe that The Beastie Boys are ready to lay it down for Tibet.

Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Have you got any soul?” a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I’ve got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to...

I was involved in the Great Folk Music Scare back in the sixties, when it almost caught on.