People called me the godmother of punk, but I never name myself anything.
Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn't serve anyone, and it's painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you're magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person.
I wish I could just project everything on the paper.
Toyland, toyland . . . once you pass its portals you may never return again.
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed.
Ultimately, we are not seeking others to bow to, but to reinforce our individual natures, to help us suffer our own choices, to guide us on our own particular journeys.