I want a beer. I want a giant, ice-cold bottle of beer and shower sex.

I'd always wanted to make a record with Jim Dickinson, and I'd known about his boys for years, ... He reminded me that when they were 13 or 14 years old they had a punk rock band and I'd called him and wanted to make a record with them then.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

I've never had to pretend to be having sex with somebody. I'm like the queen of the foreplay dissolve.

Survivors lived with their mistakes.

When you wait all your life for something and then you find it, it's like a miracle. All the parts inside you that've been on hold, they open up and start beating. You were okay before, you were good. You had purpose and direction and everything was just fine. But now it's more. You can't explain what the more is, but you know, if you lose it, you'll never be able to fill those empty spaces in just the same way again. Not ever. That's terrifying. I'm afraid that what's inside me is just a trick. That I'll wake up tomorrow and what's beating in here will have stopped. It'll be quiet again. I won't feel this way. I won't feel the way I've waited all my life to feel.

I can stand you not loving me back. There's always hope that you will. But I don't know if I can stand not loving you. It would be like...like having something stolen from inside of me. I don't know if I can handle going back to the way I was.