I'm nihilistic, antagonistic, violent, horrible - but not obliterated, yet. I just refuse to be beaten down. I think it's stubborness that keeps me going.

There is so much in the world to hate, why hate yourself?

I'm completely optimistic - I know the end is coming!

I think it's important to encourage gluttony in all its formats.

I'm a total pleasure seeker. I pursue anything that satisfies me. I usually get it. I have specific needs and I know what they are so I can achieve satisfaction.

I used to think feminism was a liberating force - now I see many of those people are just censors under a different name.

Just because my bank account hasn't swelled astronomically I don't consider myself any less of a success.

The female format is a beautiful one in which to function. Foolhardy as it may be. I change my image all the time, it's whatever suits me at the moment.

Part of the charm of what I do is the fact that its completely unrelated to everything that came before.

Think your own thoughts.

The need to document my insanity is an affliction I have not yet cured myself of.

Confidence is that internal alignment between what you know, what you believe and what you portray.

If words are not things, or maps are not the actual territory, then, obviously, the only possible link between the objective world and the linguistic world is found in structure, and structure alone.

I've realised I need a gnawing, nagging, anxious doubt when I wake at 4 A.M.

Evidently, quality of wits is more important than quantity.

I'm happy and content in my life, and I chalk that up to wonderful parents and a wonderful God.

A competitive society is a society of envy.

Like all good teachers, the world repeats her lesson. Over and over ...with wordless variety... She spells the name of Love.

Dressing is like modelling - you can constantly adapt.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Perfect imitations must share the fate of the originals.