When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low. When resentment rides high, but emotion won't grow...and we're changing our ways, taking different roads. Love will tear us apart.

Existence is.. well.. what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

Reality is only a term, based on values and well worn principles, whereas the dream goes on forever.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

We're changing our ways, taking different roads, and love will tear us apart again.

I used to work in a factory and I was really happy because I could daydream all day.

Pictures all around, of how good a life should be, a model for the rest, that bred insecurity, I walked a jagged line and then came back for more, it's always in my mind, an institution with no law.

All my lyrics are open to interpretation by the individual and imply many different meanings, therefore their relevance is purely subjective.

Well, subconsciously I suppose some things must stick but I'm not influenced consciously by them.

Love, love will tear us apart, again.

I like the groups on Factory, A Certain Ratio and Section 25. I

Here all guilt ceases, for it cannot cling to such flowers as these.

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.

Photographing a cake can be art.

"Global culture" is of course not a culture: it's the global marketing and imposing of commodities and images for the interests of the few at the expense of the many.

When you film a reality show, it's so jumbled. They shoot episodes in all orders!

I think feminism means what it has always meant - women want to use all their gifts, all their talents and be judged impartially for them. I don't think feminism has ever meant anything else.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

Growing up with Tumblr, I can imagine if I was fourteen now being in high school and being on Tumblr all the time in class - that must be such an annoying thing for teachers to have to deal with!

Not caring for their lives' is it? Why, what in the world is there that we should care for if it's not our lives, the only gift the Lord never offers us a second time.

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.