“You can't love anyone or anything until you love your own existence first. Love can only grow out of a respect for your own life.”
“Here," I say. "You can put music behind it, and it will be your own." And it strikes me that this is how writing anything is, really. A collaboration between you who give the words and they who take them and find meaning in them, or put music behind them, or turn them aside because they were not what was needed.”
“If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.”
“Life is short. Short, and not about anything except what you can touch and what touches you.”
“You can do anything you put your mind to, and you can do it in stilettos.”