Your Apocalypse Was Fab.

I'm Not Like A Poker Player. I'm Not Into Bluff. My Way Is To Look Someone In The Eye And Tell Them The Way I'm Intending To Go. My Cards Are Always On The Table.

If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy, Hippie-dippy Airhead I Will Shove My Crystals Up Your Ass.

Our Generation Has An Incredible Amount Of Realism, Yet At The Same Time It Loves To Complain And Not Really Change. Because, If It Does Change, Then It Won't Have Anything To Complain About.

I Don't Mind A Dirty Girl. But What I Find Tragic Is When We, As Women, Become Not The Subject Of Our Own Story But Someone Else's Object.

I'm A Winter Girl. I Like Coming Out When Things Are Desolate And Everybody's Ready To Slit Their Wrists.