“If you’re not drinkin’, then you’re not playin’.”

The angels decided to shine on me for a little while.

Taking time for your art is taking time for yourself.

I never stopped writing about what was actually going on in my life. There’s nothing to hide.

I love to sing and I really love to write, but in terms of being onstage, I’m not that comfortable.

Even if you’re the best singer in the world, there’s a good chance no one will ever hear you.

When I found somebody who I fell in love with, it made me feel different than I felt the rest of the day.

When you’re a gypsy at heart, it probably suits you to be traveling.

When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release.

I’m interested in the gorgeous side of life, but also familiar with the dark side too.

No one compares to you, but there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight.

You do things so fast, you end up having so many different lifestyles all in one short time.

I have a great appreciation for our world’s history. I learn from my own mistakes, I learn from the mistakes we’ve made as a human race.

I only know how to do me, so that’s just what I’m going to do.

My idea of a true feminist is a woman who feels free enough to do whatever she wants.

Every time I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise.

I want to find someone who’s really magnetic but who isn’t going to do anything bad to me. It’s hard.

I’m high off the indo creepin’ with the quickness to the cut, bust one to his head while he munches on that donut.

My justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they’re going to do for the next five or ten years. The time they spend thinking about their life, I just spend drinking.

Alright, remember, alcohol equals puke equals smelly mess equals nobody likes you.

Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.

The Long Red Road is a story about alcoholism and dysfunction and tragic tale of a man who’s trying to drink himself to death on an Indian reservation in Dakota. It was written for me, so it’s something I would love to do.

I liked you better when you were drunk .

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.