Björk Quotes

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
…
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way If you forget my name
You will go astray</br>Like a killer whale</br>Trapped in a bay

I don't like records that are the same from beginning to end, that are too styled and slick. Everything is so designed and airbrushed and Botoxed, it makes us think, 'Oh, everybody's perfect except me. Everything's smooth except me.' But nothing is smooth.

Everyone is bisexual: I’ve always had as many powerful, creative ladies in my life as I have men, and you could probably describe some of those relationships as romantic. I think everyone's bisexual to some degree or another. It's just a question of whether or not you choose to recognise it and embrace it. Personally, I think choosing between men and women is like choosing between cake and ice cream: You'd be daft not to try both when there are so many different flavours.

I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
And when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

You'll be given love You'll be taken care of
You'll be given love
You have to trust it

Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me
The riddle gets solved and you push me up to
This state of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
Is where I want to be

When in doubt, give.

There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
To human behaviour
… There's no map
And a compass
Wouldn't help at all

It's interesting for me to bring up a girl. You go to the toy store and the female characters there—Cinderella, the lady in Beauty and the Beast—their major task is to find Prince Charming. And I'm like, wait a minute, it's 2005! We've fought so hard to have a say, and not just live through our partners, and yet you're still seeing two-year-old girls with this message pushed at them that the only important thing is to find this amazing dress so that the guy will want you. It's something my mum pointed out to me when I was little—so much [so] that I almost threw up; but, she's right.

It's so amazing when people tell me that … electronic music has not got soul. And they blame the computers. They got the finger pointed at the computers like, "There's no soul here." … You can't blame the computer. If there's not soul in the music, it's because nobody put it there. And it's not the tool's fault.

He offers a handshake, crooked five fingers
They form a pattern yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
Is pagan poetry

His wicked sense of humour suggests exciting sex
His fingers focus on her
Her touches He's Venus as a boy

But, but, these are the people that made the Busby Berkeley movies, yeah? So they're not exactly subtle.

I thought I could organize freedom
How Scandinavian of me

If travel is searching
And home what's been found
I'm not stopping I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't know when