If You Ask Me What I Want,

Well, I Think Writing Is Basically About Time And Rhythm. Like With Jazz. You Have Your Basic Melody And Then You Just Riff Off Of It. And The Riffs Are About Timing.

You Know I've Had Work Banned.

All Memory Can Do Is Scream For Touch.

Dreams Are Manifestations Of Identities.

But Now That She Had Achieved Knighthood, And Thought And Acted As She Wanted And Decided, For One Has To Act In This Way In Order To Save This World, She Neither Noticed Nor Cared That All The People Around Her Thought She Was Insane.