The only thing I really wanted to be was a beatnik, and look what happened: I ended up being in a band.

The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.

That it happened on our street is disturbing.

I'm not a beatnik. I'm a Catholic.

You always fall for the rascal or the guy who's got a little bit of the devil in him. You can't help it.

I could be a housewife... I guess I've vacuumed a couple of times.