“The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.”

Oh say, can you see, it’s really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.

You have to give people something to dream on.

Happiness is within you… so unlock the chains from your heart and let yourself grow- like the sweet flower you are. I know the answer- just spread your wings and set yourself free.

The world is nothing but a big gimmick.

This is your life – you must die by yourself, so for heaven’s sake, live for yourself and no one else.

May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future.

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

You’re a woman, at least you taste like you are.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

Before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.

The dollar bill is God in the States. All those Pelican people just believe in money and nothing else.

You have to use fantasy to show different sides to reality. That’s how it can bend.

Music is a safe kind of high.

They’ve imitated me so good that sometimes I hear people copying my mistakes

I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.

It is better to burn than to disappear.

Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.

I once believed love would be burning red.

Leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

Nobody can understand what you’re feeling unless they burn the way you burned.

I was the first woman to burn my bra – it took the fire department four days to put it out.

There are three things that grow more precious with age; old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy.

It’s better to fade away like an old soldier than to burn out.