These Precious Things, Let Them Bleed.

I Don't See Music As Working.

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

I'm A Classic Emerald Green Sixties Jaguar That Nobody Can Own, But My Husband Is Allowed To Drive.

At 15, I Knew Someone Whose Mother Cooked Macrobiotic, So I Persuaded My Mother To Go Macrobiotic With Me.