The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor. - Fiona Apple

I was so self-critical. I still am; but it's not as bad anymore.

"When I was a kid — 10, 11, 12, 13 — the thing I wanted most in the world was a best friend. I wanted to be important to people; to have people that understood me. I wanted to just be close to somebody. And back then, a thought would go through my head almost constantly: "There's never gonna be a room someplace where there's a group of people sitting around, having fun, hanging out, where one of them goes, 'You know what would be great? We should call Fiona. Yeah, that would be good.' That'll never happen. There's nothing interesting about me." I just felt like I was a sad little boring thing."

Home is where my habits have a habitat