At 15, I knew someone whose mother cooked macrobiotic, so I persuaded my mother to go macrobiotic with me.

These precious things, let them bleed.

I survived this torture which left me paralyzed for years. That's what that night was all about, mutilation, more than violence through sex. I really do feel as though I was psychologically mutilated that night and now I'm trying to put the pieces back together again. Through love, not hatred. And through my music. My strength has been to open again, to life, and my victory is the fact that, despite it all, I kept alive my vulnerability.

I think that people who can't believe in faeries aren't worth knowing. I just think that alternate realities make you a good writer. If your work is any more than one dimension, you believe in faeries.

My father has a pragmatic mind. He marched with Dr King in the 60s, and he's very much for women's rights.

Men have periods too, they just don't bleed.

Girls you've gotta know when it's time to turn the page.