I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of 'work,' because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep.

What we're all looking for is someone who doesn't live there, just pays for it.

Remember, they've never seen you before in their life.

Bad taste makes the day go by faster.

I'm starting to think that the men are the ones who should wear the big jewelry because they can defend it better when it's robbed. They should wear the big diamonds. You can show how much of a man you are, because the bigger the diamond, the stronger you have to be to defend it.

The childlike, gum-chewing naivete, the glamour rooted in despair, the self-admiring carelessness, the perfected otherness, the wispiness, the shadowy, voyeuristic, vaguely sinister aura, the pale, soft-spoken magical presence, the skin and bones . . .

The world fascinates me.