Never was a cornflake girl; Thought it was a good solution: hanging with the raisin girls.
The sun is getting dim, will I pay for who I’ve been?
She’s been everybody else’s girl, maybe one day she’ll be her own.
These precious things, let them bleed.
In my new life, no room for a lost boy.
Baker, baker, can you explain, if truly his heart was made of icing.
I think having a child can really change you if you’re open to it.
I’m not not going to stop giving away what I feel about something.
There’s room for everybody on the planet to be creative and conscious if you are your own person. If you’re trying to be like somebody else, then there is isn’t.
Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They’re like bull elks in a field.
When you don’t have people in your life pushing you, can you push yourself?
I’m not like a poker player. I’m not into bluff. My way is to look someone in the eye and tell them the way I’m intending to go. My cards are always on the table.
I’m a classic emerald green Sixties Jaguar that nobody can own, but my husband is allowed to drive.
You know that saying, bad things don’t happen to good people? That’s a lie.
Cornwall is one of the most beautiful places, with great people – there’s not a great downside to it.
Some people say, I’d give anything to be 30 again. Well, I really wouldn’t. I didn’t enjoy being 30.
People listen to music the way they want to listen to music.
When interviews are good, the conversation can be amazing. Sometimes I’ve had conversations with journalists that I’ve never had with anybody else.
I don’t allow challenges to trip me up.
I collect art books. I have hundreds and hundreds of them and they get me to start hearing things. Sometimes people look at them, but I find that visual art gets me listening, gets me hearing things.
Don’t give up. Don’t listen to these foolish critics that are so small minded they don’t get it tonight.