“In your fear, seek only peace. In your fear, seek only love.”

The only art I’ll ever study is stuff I can steal from.

I hate albums that are really happy. When I am really happy, I don’t like to hear happy albums, and when I am really sad I don’t wanna hear happy albums… and I tend to gravitate towards the lonely and isolated anyway when I write.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I’ve got left?

People look to me to see what the spirit of the Seventies is.

I’ll place my love beneath the stars.

I find it easier to write in these little vignettes; if I try to get any more heavy, I find myself out of my league.

All art is unstable. Its meaning is not necessarily that implied by the author. There is no authoritative voice. There are only multiple readings.

I’m always amazed that people take what I say seriously. I don’t even take what I am seriously.

I think fame itself is not a rewarding thing. The most you can say is that it gets you a seat in restaurants.

I’m not sure whether it is me changing my mind, or whether I lie a lot.

I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we’ve made of them…The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.

I’m regarded quite asexually by a lot of people. And the people that understand me the best are nearer to what I understand about me.

I re-invented my image so many times that I’m in denial that I was originally an overweight Korean woman.

I’m very shy. That’s probably one of the reasons I got so heavily into drugs.

It was fun to be clever.

You should turn around at the end of the day and say I really like that piece of work, or that piece of work sucked. Not, was that popular or wasn’t it popular?

Our past is the reason why we so much fear the future.

I live mostly within my own mind and what scares me is not knowing what is fact or fiction inside of it.

The more you know her the more it scares yet it makes you wish you knew her more.

I didn’t ask because I was afraid of the answer.

Let us conduct ourselves so that all men wish to be our friends and all fear to be our enemies.

She won’t bend and break as you’d expect her to, she’s a solid form of bravery and fearlessness and that can’t be undone.

You, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.

The time has come to voice our fears and be honest with wider society.