I've not met one person, even if they are not creative, who isn't dysfunctional. I guess artists are just a bit more aware of their dysfunction because it serves a purpose.

I very much adore people who are outcasts, and I've always loved to be around interesting, circus-type people.

I just love vintage. I have far too many vintage dresses.

At school I got harassed so badly for being too tall, too thin, too pale - too everything that has gotten me where I am now, which is quite ironic.

Obviously there are going to be a lot of skeptics. I only hope I can prove them wrong and give the idea of model-slash-anything a genuine chance.

I'm surrounded by freaks. Am I weirder than the rest of them? Ultimately I've learned to pride myself on being quirky.

I like feeling a bit of an outcast where I am. I've always been that way. Somehow, I fit in by not fitting in.

There comes a point where certain things are becoming my Achilles heel; you know when you start repeating yourself and saying the same anecdotes over and over again you start slowly hating yourself.

We all know people who are ridiculously famous, and it's a scary thing because all of the sudden people - even the people you are close to - stop being honest with you, stop telling you the truth.

I really don't like conference calls to be honest. It's always something that bloody happens with a conference call - universally never works out.

I'm dedicating my time to going on tour and basically juggling music, modeling, and being a mother. Being a mother is obviously the most important.

Anyone who can walk to the welfare office can walk to work.

Confession is good for the soul, it empties the spirit making more room for sin.

My country owes me nothing. It gave me, as it gives every boy and girl, a chance. It gave me schooling, independence of action, opportunity for service and honor.

What was a shadow, after all, but a shape in the moving world reduced to a projection of possibilities?

A song is a short composition for voice and instruments. It is a piece of sung poetry set to music. It is usually only a few minutes long.

The terrible thing about sunlight is it shows the dirt.

One day you're waiting for the sky to fall, The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all.

The mind's job is to validate what it thinks.

The person who properly disciplines himself to do those things that he does not especially care to do, becomes successful.

By nature's law, man is at peace with man till some aggression is committed, which, by the same law, authorizes one to destroy another as his enemy.