When I Write, It's Purging For Me.

I'm Not Gonna Marry Somebody For Any Reason Other Than The Fact That I've Fallen In Love With Them. Period! Period! And They Can Eat It, If They Wanna Think Any Differently!!

I Live With The Things That I Love: Art, Furniture, And Objects That I Have Collected Throughout My Travels.

Anytime I Was In Memphis With My Dad And At The House, I Was Happy. That Was, Like, A Given. It Was What I Lived For. And I Still Feel The Same Excitement And Warmth.

I Have Loved Music So Much From When I Was Little And I Don't Know Whether It Was Because I Saw My Dad Doing It And Then I Got The Idea, I Don't Know What Came First... But I Always Had A Hairbrush In The Mirror Singing. I Was Always With Him Backstage; I Would Go Out And Be Pulled In For The Last Song.

I Take A Situation, Analyse It, Break It Down, Put It In The Form I Want It To Be In, And Then I Toss It Away. Let Somebody Else Go Deal With It.