Since I have fair skin, I have to stay out of the sun. I can't stand the sun. I dyed my hair red for a while during the 1990s but I'm actually a natural blonde.
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.
You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you.
I can't heal your pain but I can see it. And you don't have to be lost. Not forever.
Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you.
If you want something, you don't wait for the world to deal it out for you. You take it.
I have a love hate relationship with the city of New Orleans, which is the strongest kind of relationship.
. . the fields might fall to fallow and the birds might stop their song awhile; the growing things might die and lie in silence under snow, while through it all the cold sea wore its face of storms and death and sunken hopes. . . and yet unseen beneath the waves a warmer current ran that, in its time, would bring the spring.
There are lot of bands that have too many songs, I think.
Eating is a political act.