There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is softly sleeping, they're sleeping.

I'd like to write a book about someone being insane in a workhouse. I think it would be a good idea.

I want to go to Russia.

I want to look like Annie Lennox.

I don't know if I still want you after today, not that that matters because you never wanted me. Noone ever really does, do they. I'm always the androgynous one in the corner, looking strange, looking around to see if anyone will acknowledge me. I don't really have anything at all to contribute.

There once upon a time lay a girl in a transitory state, waiting to awaken herself....