Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely, — Kate Bush

"Do you know what I really need? I need love love love love love, yeah!"

"I do think I go out of my way to be a very normal person and I just find it frustrating that people think that Im some kind of weirdo reclusive that never comes out into the world. Yknow, Im a very strong person and I think thats why actually I find it really infuriating when I read, She had a nervous breakdown or Shes not very mentally stable, just a weak, frail little creature."

"There were so many times I thought, "Ill have the album finished this year, definitely, well get it out this year." Then there were a couple of years where I thought, "Im never gonna do this." If I could make albums quicker, Id be on a roll wouldnt I? Everything just seems to take so much time. I dont know why. Time... evaporates."

"For the last 12 years, Ive felt really privileged to be living such a normal life. Its so a part of who I am. Its so important to me to do the washing, do the Hoovering. Friends of mine in the business dont know how dishwashers work. For me, thats frightening. I want to be in a position where I can function as a human being. Even more so now where youve got this sort of truly silly preoccupation with celebrities. Just because somebodys been in an ad on TV, so what? Who gives a toss?"

"Touch me, hold me. How my open arms ache! Try to fall for me."

"Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?"

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."