I'd Had A Rough Childhood.

I Still Believe In The Power Of The Word, That Words Inspire.

I Don't Know How To Sell Out. If I Tried To Sell Out I Don't Think I Could.

My Family Could Only Afford To Get Me The Box Of Eight Crayola Crayons, But I Craved The One With All 24 Colours. I Wanted Magenta And Turquoise And Silver And Gold.

You Feed It All Your Woes, The Ghostly Garden Grows.

I Never Loved A Man As Far As I Could Pitch My Shoe.