"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 that I almost threw up — but she's right."

“You know, it's ironic that just at the point the lawyers and the businessmen had calculated how to control music, the internet comes along and fucks everything up." Björk gives the finger again, this time waving it into the air. "God bless the internet," she adds. And what about you, then? "I'll still be there, waving a pirate flag.”

“Since I met you | This small town hasn't got room | For my big feelings.”

“He believes in beauty | He's Venus as a boy.”

“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.”

“It's still early morning | We could go down to the harbour | And jump between the boats | And see the sun come up.”

“Lately I seem to walk as though I have wings | Run into things like someone in love | Each time I look at you I'm light as a cloud | And feeling like someone in love.”