I like music that's more offensive. I like it to sound like nails on a blackboard, get me wild.

I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm.

Music is life, and life is not a business.

I stare at myself in the mirror and I think, 'Wow, I'm really great-looking.'... I think I'm the greatest, anyway.

They say that death kills you, But death doesn't kill you. Boredom and indifference kill you.

And it's a - it's a term that's based on contempt; it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism, and, everything that's rotten about rock 'n' roll.

It's more fun to look at an old picture of me than it is to look at a new one sometimes. Although, I still wear a dress pretty well.

What did Christ really do? He hung out with hard-drinking fishermen.

Nihilism is best done by professionals.

I'm glad I am crazy, it keeps me trying. I despise trendies, I know they're lying.

Bowie's a real man, and I'm a real woman - just like Catherine Deneuve.

If we had to earn our age by thinking for ourselves at least once a year, only a handful of people would reach adulthood.

I dislike humans in general, but I couldn't not do anything.

I don't know about you, the world is here to be mythologized. It has, therefore, no other end. Transforming into myth, to be a myth! That's what we call eternity.

I'm not running around as a continual ray of sunshine. It's just I don't believe in wasting time feeling sorry for myself. Get over it.

Don’t worry,” Marya whispered, kissing his forehead. “My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

Time, for all its smuggling in of new problems, conspicuously cancels others.

Far from me be the gift of Bacchus--pernicious, inflaming wine, that weakens both body and mind.

You have to be smart to play a dumb blonde over and over again and keep the audience's attention without extraordinary physical equipment.

Could we but rightly comprehend the mind of man, nothing would be impossible to us upon the earth.

There is an old saying: if a man comes home with sand in his cuffs and cockleburs in his pants, don't ask him what he shot.