Tell me the story, Pew. . . . It was a woman. You always say that. There's always a woman somewhere, child; a princess, a witch, a stepmother, a mermaid, a fairy godmother, or one as wicked as she is beautiful, or as beautiful as she is good. Is that the complete list? Then there is the woman you love. Who's she? That's another story.

We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.

I think heterosexuality and homosexuality are a kind of psychosis, and the truth is somewhere in the middle.

If I let them take away my demons, I'll have to give up what I've found.

I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create. Just on the other side of creativity is the nuthouse - and I often notice people looking at me strangely when I am talking out loud, but there is no other way.

It is the nature of walls that they should fall.

Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough.