I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.

I'm tired of pretending like I'm not bitching, a total fricking rock star from Mars...

Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

I've got magic. I've got poetry at my fingertips.

People say it's lonely at the top, but I sure like the view.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.

It's quite fitting that Slash is getting a star on the very street Axl Rose will one day be sleeping on.

I am on a drug. It's called Charlie Sheen. It's not available. If you try it once, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.

My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math.

The leading cause of death among fashion models is falling through street grates.

They're basically moments in which you're in touch with the meaning of life, when your relationship to the rest of the universe makes sense.

No one can afford to look downward for his enjoyments.

You can always tell the golfer who's winning: he's the one who keeps telling his opponent that it's only a game.

I am mad - but I choose this madness.

Love is like the lightning, and your maturity is signaled by the extent to which you can accept the dangers and the power and the beauty of love.

We were proposing, in a sense, that the rest of the world be made safe for American ideas, as they adopted intellectual property rights that gave patent protection to our very innovative economy.

I wanted to show the thing that had to be corrected: I wanted to show the things that had to be appreciated.

People always assume that I'm some sort of party girl, and that's such a misconception because I like staying home.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.