249 Quotes by Fiona Apple

My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes.

If I were to imagine myself as an idler wheel inside some big mix of gears, then I would be connected to everything. It’s not like there’s just me and then nothing.

Do they think I’m on drugs? That I have a life-threatening illness? That I’m anorexic? Emotionally, it doesn’t get easier to hear those criticisms – but it gets easier to be resolute about my reaction to it.

You can live your whole life in your brain and not experience what's around you. You go crazy that way.

I still don't know what Episcopalian means.

I'm here because of what I write. Obviously, I must know something.