What does it mean when people applaud? Should I give 'em money? Say thank you? Lift my dress? The lack of applause - that I can respond to.

If I hear a record once, I usually never listen to it again. I rarely listen to music - unless it's Billie Holiday.

I must have got my detailed, obsessive streak from my father, who was an English teacher, because my mother wasn't like me at all.

I still like my antique clothes.

I'm tired of malicious articles slandering me.

It always gave me the creeps when I saw performers who desperately wanted the audience to like them. That's not what I'm about.

I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness. I want valenties and cupids and all of that crap. I want it all.