My Father Was Strict, But He Recognised

It's Not As If The Stories Merge To A Point Where You Think They Are Your Life, But You Do Let Them In The Front Door And The Back Door, And It's Okay That Sometimes Certain Characters Stay For Dinner.

I Would Love To Compose Something For Dance Before I Kick The Bucket, And I'm Not Closed-minded About The Dance, Or The Dance Company.

As The Sun Sets, We've All Had Those Nights Where You Question Your Choices And Where Your Life Is Going.

An Interview Will Seem Very Sane To Me, And I'll Find Out That The Journalist Was Laughing Out Of The Side Of His Mouth Half Of The Time.

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.