I am a thinned-skinned type. I am very sensitive, very emotional. Vulnerability is kind of always a part of my day.

I always wanted to be commander-in-chief of my one-woman army, But I can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour.

We get a little further from perfection each year. I think that's called character. I think that's just how it goes.

Imagine you're a girl, just trying to finally come clean, knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty and smiling.

The way I play guitar is very, very hard and I bloody myself incredibly without the tape. And the nails are my picks.

I've been saying the Occupy Movement has got the ball rolling, and now we need to take the fight to the great indoors!

Goldfish have no memory, I guess their lives are much like mine. And the little plastic castle is a surprise everytime.

All the wrong people have the power of suggestion and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks a question.

Don't tell me what they did to you as though you had no choice. Tell me, isn't that your picture? Isn't that your voice.

A little bird told me that jumping is easy and the falling is fun, right up until you hit sidewalk shivering and stunned.

i do it for the joy it brings because i'm a joyful girl because the world owes me nothing and we owe each other the world

I turned my pain into art and my hard work into a career. Helping myself has helped others. helping others has helped me.

Some people's minds we're not going to change. But if we can't, we need to bring more positive voices into the discussion.

And I was shocked, To see the mistakes of each generation, Will just fade like a radio station, If you drive out of range...

I fight with love and i laugh with rage....you gotta live light enough to see the humor, and long enough to see some change.

I see a lot of connections between folk and punk music just because they're both subcorporate music - I mean, traditionally.

Now let's get talking: reefer madness. Like some arrogant government can't, By any stretch of the imagination, outlaw a plant.

They can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one-in-a-million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed.

Why do you think I write these feminist songs, to try and teach myself to respect myself. You know, it's not because I'm a hero.

At night when you're asleep, self-hatred's going to creep in. And you can blame it on the devil, the one who's bed you sleep in.

I've been a long time coming, and I'll be a long time gone. You've got your whole life to do something, and that's not very long.

The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don't bother looking into my eyes if there's something you want to know, just ask

I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.

Love was always the goal, and my point every step of the way was that nothing is wrong with love, no matter what flavor it comes in.

Men make angry music and it's called rock-and-roll; women include anger in their vocabulary and suddenly they're angry and militant.

Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I've forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees?

Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends. But, there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.

Having more exposure is kind of a bittersweet thing for me, honestly, because it's nice to have a little more job security in life now.

We are wise women, we are giggling girls. We both carry a smile to show when we're pleased, we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves.

I mean, I think it's hard enough to find somebody you can stand for more than ten minutes, so, like, you shouldn't narrow your options.

When you grow up surrounded by willful ignorance, you have to believe that mercy has it's own country and that it's round and borderless.

I fear that Donald Trump will continue to be followed around by the media in its totality as he continues to rail against Hillary Clinton.

I know the biggest crime is just to throw up your hands, Say, This has nothing to do with me, I just want to live as comfortably as I can...

I make such a good statistic, somebody should study me now; somebody's gotta be interested in how I feel, just cause I'm here, and I'm real.

Now I wonder who is gonna be president: Tweedle Dumb, or Tweedle Dumber-- And who is gonna have the big block buster box office this summer.

I don't hate being compared with female musicians. I don't mind that at all. I have no problem with seeing connections between women's work.

I want somebody who sees the pointlessness and still keeps their purpose in mind; I want somebody who has a tortured soul ...some of the time

In a man's world, I am a woman by birth and after 19 times around I have found - they will stop at nothing once they know what you are worth.

You got to look outside- your eyes- you got to think outside- your brain- you got to walk outside- your life- to where the neighborhoods change.

God help you if you are a phoenix and you dare to rise up from the ash a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy while you are just flying past

God forbid you be an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.

My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it's very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do.

And if there's anything I do it's change and grow. I'm just a living being. Every year of my life I seem to learn that everything I know is wrong.

Art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there. You know I don't think its fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

There's this brutal imperial power, that my passport says I represent. But it will never represent where my heart lives, only vaguely where it went.

I have something to prove, as long as I know there's something that needs improvement, and you know that everytime I move, I make a woman's movement.

I can't wait to get back to New York City where at least when I walk down the streat, no one ever hesitates to tell me exactly what they think of me.

Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

I've been collecting some more high-end guitars. I have an old Martin D28 from the '60s, a beautiful, classic Martin that I know I played on 'Mariachi.'

I know my mind is made of matter but I need to know exactly what is the matter at it's core? Because my heart is just a muscle and simply put, it's sore.

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