The so-called feminist writers were disgusted with me. I did my thing, and so I guess by feminist standards I'm a feminist. That suits me fine.

What characterized the whole punk scene for me in 1977 was there was no racism or sexism. It was an anarchy of -isms, and a matter of abolishing it all.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

I preferred rock when it was in the dark, when it was a secret between me and the audience, when it wasn't mainstream.

I just want to play guitar and be in a band. Same as I always did.

Let's get rid of all the economic (expletive) this country represents! Bring it on, I hope the Muslims win!

I feel displaced when I'm back in America, like a visitor. I feel like if I don't get a cup of tea I'm going to lose my mind.

Once you stop drinking and smoking and stuff, it really gets on your nerves, all that nonsense going on.

Being on tour sends me crazy, I drink too much and out comes the John Mcenroe in me.

I don't believe there is any justifiable reason for killing any animal unless perhaps if it's killing you! That would be negotiable.

A ballad once in a while doesn't go amiss

The one single use of things which we call our own is that they might be his who hath need of them.

A person's reputation is a mixture of what his friends enemies and relatives say behind his back.

Half the Sky: Turning oppression into opportunity for women worldwide

Errors look so very ugly in persons of small means -one feels they are taking quite a liberty in going astray; whereas people of fortune may naturally indulge in a few delinquencies.

I had to take my makeup off at work every night. I wasn't allowed to do it at home because my mom said that when your work day is done, you're done with work.

I'm not a big star in Japan. I'm an actor. I have a very normal life. Four days a week, I cook at home. A star doesn't do that.

The very effort to forget teaches us to remember.

Cowardice asks the question, is it safe?

In the end, the Tribune lost touch with the world it was supposed to reach; it mattered passionately, but almost exclusively, to those who worked for it.

Look to the horizon, spread your wings, and fly.