I'm cursed with the gift of foresight.

I've only been to Ireland once, and I felt I would wake up with voices in my head, almost like music, and that if I were a songwriter, I would be very inspired.

Well, I am an extremely beautiful person.

Oh yes, you can kick me And you can punch me And you can break my face But you won't change the way i feel 'cause i love you

You have to, at least from a distance, look as if you know what you're doing, and I can manage that.

It takes strength to be gentle and kind.

I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.