I Just Got To Feel

What's The Good Of Drawing In The Next Breath If All You Do Is Let It Out And Draw In Another?

Yes, There Was Something Special About Me, And I Knew What It Was. I Was The Kind Of Girl They Found Dead In A Hall Bedroom With An Empty Bottle Of Sleeping Pills In Her Hand.

I Don't Digest Things With My Mind.

I Don't Consider Myself An Intellectual. And This Is Not One Of My Aims. But I Admire Intellectual People.

No One Ever Told Me I Was Pretty When I Was A Little Girl. All Little Girls Should Be Told They're Pretty, Even If They Aren't.