The only person I really believe in is me.

I mean I think that Blondie's influence is a little bit in a way more eclectic than those bands.

I'm a culture vulture, and I just want to experience it all.

I have a lot of regrets, but I'm not going to think of them as regrets.

I don't mind if my skull ends up on a shelf as long as it's got my name on it.

I always say the new album is the best one yet. I always feel that - I really do, because it's the latest and it's the newest and it's a little bit better.

I could be a housewife… I guess I’ve vacuumed a couple of times.

I do know the effect that music still has on me - I'm completely vulnerable to it. I'm seduced by it.

The only thing I really wanted to be was a beatnik, and look what happened: I ended up being in a band.

Capote wrote every day. He said that's the only way, you have to sit down every day and do it.

How can one be a woman and not be a feminist? That's my question.

Maybe if we stopped trying to achieve movie standards of greatness, we'd be happy with what we have.

She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.

Every road leads somewhere. The challenge is to pick the right road and then to stay on it.

I always used to associate good directors as being ones who are totally extreme and have an answer for everything and there are no loose ends.

...opening up a newspaper is the key to looking classy and smart. Never mind the bronze-plated stuff about the role of the press in a democracy - a newspaper, kiddo, is about Style.

You may loan your last dollar to a friend; but never loan him your axe, unless you are certain that he knows how to use it.

I think the older you get, you start to break down the myth and you get to the dirt of it - and if you still love the dirt, then I think you should stay on board.

If evolution is true, you could not know that it’s true because your brain is nothing but chemicals. Think about that.

The Romans dominated Egypt for four hundred years, from the time of Augustus (30 BC to 395 AD).

The women went berserk, to the accompaniment of 'When a Man Loves a Woman.' It was all bass and drums; the musical equivalent, Anna decided, of cheap aftershave.