Some artists want your money so they can buy Range Rovers and diamond bracelets, but I don't care about that kind of stuff. I want your soul.

Do not allow people to dim your shine because they are blinded. Tell them to put on some sunglasses because we were born this way.

live your eyeliner, breathe your lipstick, and kill for each other -Lady Gaga via twitter

Don't you ever let a soul in the world tell you that you can't be exactly who you are.

Love is the new denim or black

Fight and push harder for what you believe in, you'd be surprised, you are much stronger than you think.

In a sense I portray myself in a very androgynous way, and I love androgyny.

My new year's resolution: Never be afraid to be kicked in the teeth. Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.

Rejoice and love yourself today 'Cause baby, you were born this way.

Whether I'm wearing lots of makeup or no makeup, I'm always the same person inside.

I'm definitely a Polaroid camera girl. For me, what I'm really excited about is bringing back the artistry and the nature of Polaroid.

When I get a chance to play golf or go on a boat with good people, take the boat out and put some lobsters on the grill, get the ice-cold beer and the cigars - that's heaven here on earth.

I get very homesick, but otherwise it's a great privilege to get to travel for work.

You can live with victory over the desires of your flesh. Habits, attitudes, desires, worries, and dissipation must yield as you exercise authority over your mind, emotions, and will.

Biologists can be divided into two classes: experimentalists who observe things that cannot be explained, and theoreticians who explain things that cannot be observed.

It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.

People take things a little too personal. I write these songs, and they're experiments with thoughts. That's it. I'm not a teacher.

Achievement is the entirety of little deliberations, rehashed all the live long day.

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

The voice is nothing but beaten air.

Flee the country where a lone man holds all power: It is a nation of slaves.