I try to have thick skin, but every once in a while I read something that someone says about me, and it’s so slanderous and moralistic and it has nothing to do with my music.
I feel just as hungry today as I did the day I left home.
I think passive beauties have their place in the world. It’s hard for me to relate to that.
It is difficult to believe in a religion that places such a high premium on chastity and virginity.
A fire lit under my ass? Yeah, that’s true. No time to waste.
There’s a certain satisfaction in a little bit of pain.
Beauty’s where you find it; not just where you bump and grind it.
Just because I’m presented life in a certain way doesn’t mean I do all these things. It’s just something I choose to express.
Being loved keeps you young.
If we can elect an African American as president, we can support gay marriage! Defeat prop 8! We will not give up!
Hey you! Don’t be silly! Put a rubber on your willie!
I do think of myself as a queen, but I don’t think I’m the only queen. There’s room for other queens. We reign over different kingdoms.
I know the aspect of my personality, being the vixen, the heartbreaker and the incredibly provocative girl is a very marketable image, but it’s not insincere. You just can’t take it seriously.
I loved nuns when I was growing up. I thought they were beautiful. For several years I wanted to be a nun. I saw them as really pure, disciplined, above average people. They had these serene faces. Nuns are sexy.
I hate polite conversation. I hate it when people stand around and go, ‘Hi, how are you?’ I hate words that don’t have any reason or meaning. Also I hate it when people smoke in elevators and closed in places. It’s just so rude.
I feel like I’ve survived so much, and been through so much. And sometimes I miss the innocence of those times. Life was different. New York was different. The music business was different. I miss the simplicity of it, the naivete of everyone around me.
Ever since my daughter was born I feel the fleetingness of time. And I don’t want to waste it on getting the perfect lip color.
One set of circumstances does not complete you. Maybe nothing ever does. So you work on your life and you work on your ‘work’ and you try to live every single day like it’s your last. And you try to be better, to yourself and to others. I don’t always succeed. But I try and it’s my goal.
I think everybody has a bisexual nature. That’s my theory. I could be wrong.
When I’m dead and no longer the threat. My comfort is that all the great artists since the beginning of time have always been completely misunderstood and never fully appreciated until they were dead.