Boy, You Better Pray That I Bleed

I Would Love To Compose Something For Dance Before I Kick The Bucket, And I'm Not Closed-minded About The Dance, Or The Dance Company.

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

I Wanted To Do Something Creatively, Having Been A Beached Whale For Many Months And Nursing My Daughter.

Me And Charles Manson Like The Same Ice Cream.

You Don't Leave People Who Can't Defend Themselves.