We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.

The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.

These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.

And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.

Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.