But I never want to get to the point where I write a safe song or one that represents my sense of a subject in order to appear civilized.

My intellect has always been more responsible than my emotions for how I respond to the world.

I loved the atmosphere of the dance studios - the wooden floors, the big mirrors, everyone dressed in pink or black tights, the musicians accompanying us - and the feeling of ritual the classes had.

Last year's troubles, They shine up so prettily, They gleam with a lustre they don't have today.

Some girls are taught to be sexy.

Girls are crazy and mean. They don't fight fair.

How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective.