Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.

All Who Love Have Lied.

O Fallen Angel, The Companion Within Me, Whisper Something Holy Before You Pinch Me Into The Grave.

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.

All I Wanted Was A Little Piece Of Life, To Be Married, To Have Children.... I Was Trying My Damnedest To Lead A Conventional Life, For That Was How I Was Brought Up, And It Was What My Husband Wanted Of Me. But One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep The Nightmares Out.

A Woman / Who Loves A Woman / Is Forever Young.