I only started getting into furs when the designers I liked started making them.

I believe in individuality, that everybody is special, and it's up to them to find that quality and let it live.

We're not perfect; we all have things that people might not like to see, and I like to show my faults.

I go feminine, I go masculine. I am both, actually. I think the male side is a bit stronger in me, and I have to tone it down sometimes. I'm not like a normal woman, that's for sure.

I thought I'd take style to its limit... My philosophy is a belief in magic, good luck , self-confidence, and pride.

This is depression, it comes when your blocking. This is expression it comes when you're rocking

Whatever one is creating, one has to stick to one's guns and just do it. That is all. Put your foot down and do not let your work be compromised.

Everyone has to make their own decisions. I still believe in that. You just have to be able to accept the consequences without complaining.

If people think I'm angry, I don't want to burst anybody's bubble. I like sometimes for people to be afraid of me. But it's not really anger; it's discipline.

You can be a boy, a girl, whatever you want. I have a lot of man in me.

Survival is my primary instinct...it's out of my control. It's stronger than me. It's an outside force, a voice that says 'do this for your life or it will devour you.'

The surest way of ruining a youth is to teach him to respect those who think as he does more highly than those who think differently from him.

If you want to do something do it!

Some say I'm an overnight success. Well, that was a very long night that lasted about 10 years.

Simplicity is oftenest an adroit pretence.

Trauma is nothing more than being stuck in what you believe.

If you cut him, (John Bunyan) he'd bleed Scripture!

I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.

Slavery tolerates no freedom of the press, no freedom of speech, no freedom of opinion.

The poet is stepping out of the airplane.

Why did it happen? The big dog got fed. And when the big dog was fed, the little dog even got some meat in there, too. Big dog owns the domain, but the little dog can go wherever he wants.