My Childhood Was Extreme.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

We Are All Fairies Living Underneath A Leaf Of A Lily Pad.

If You Are A Nurturing Mother, And A Good One, You Can Go To Play Groups, Sit On The Floor And Play All The Games, And Have Tea With The Other Mothers, But Wouldn't You Like To Think That's Not All There Is? That You Haven't Hung Up Your High Heels Without Knowing How To Walk In Them?

An Interview Will Seem Very Sane To Me, And I'll Find Out That The Journalist Was Laughing Out Of The Side Of His Mouth Half Of The Time.

Our World Is A Huge Mess Right Now, And Not Big Enough For Masses Of Intolerant People.