I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.

There must be a language that doesn't depend on words.

There was a French singer, Francoise Hardy - I used to look at her pictures and try to dress like her.

I always sang standards because the songs I wrote for myself weren&#39;t as easy to sing.

Carly Simon

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