“I'm just a musical prostitute, my dear.”
“Dear mom, My lieutenant is a prostitute. Can you please send me more lunch money, as her rates have recently increased.”
“I'm as gay as a daffodil, my dear!”
“I just don't hear anyone else making the music I'm making in my head, so I'll have to do it myself.”
“..my music isn't just music- its medicine.”
“My dear, I'm seldom sure of anything. Life at best is a precarious business, and we aren't told that difficult or painful things won't happen, just that it matters. It matters not just to us but to the entire universe.”