My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth

It's Very Homely, This Castle. It Doesn't Have Huge Ballrooms. I Didn't Want A Cold, Cavernous Place.

I Could Have Been More Famous If I Did All The Glitzy Things, But Celebrity Always Seemed So Unnecessary.

I Tend To Listen To The Classical Composers: Rachmaninov, Satie.

Place A Name Upon The Night One To Set Your Heart Alight And To Make The Darkness Bright Paint The Sky With Stars.

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.