Carbon Made Only Wants To Be Unmade.

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.

I Believe In Eating. I Think Women Especially Have This Fear Of Eating, And I Think There Is A Whole Euphoric Plane You Can Rise To When You Have A Good Meal. You Sit Down And With Every Bite You Honestly Just Say Thank You.

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?

I Just Hand Shoes On The Wall. They're Architecture You Know.

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.