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.

The violence betwen women is unbelievable. Women try to make each other crawl so that their knees are bleeding.

When you value your crew, they look after you.

I don't see music as working.

You know that saying, bad things don't happen to good people? That's a lie.

Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know.

I think that people who can't believe in fairies aren't worth knowing.