Carbon made only wants to be unmade.

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

I use innocence in my demeanor like a Venus flytrap.

It took the love of a good man [to heal]. When I was reverting back into my, let's say, perversions, he would say: 'Let's go get an ice cream. I am not going to enable you. If you can only come as a wanton woman for hire, because you feel dirty and shamed, then no. Women are goddesses.' And I know that and I believe that. I chose a man who believed that, too.

When you stop putting yourself on the line, and you don't touch your own heart, how do you expect to touch other people?

I want to be an integrated woman.

Anyone who doesn't belive in Faeries, isn't worth knowing.