I don't like my face. I don't like to look at it.

My favorite one to see is the metal bikini on men.

I found out when I did the Oprah Winfrey show that there was a cookie jar of me. So she gave it to me. I had no idea prior to that that it even existed.

My father was a joyous, joyous spirit, he really was. He was a hedonist, that was just - he enjoyed life, thrust up to the elbows with it. He was a terrible father. I don't know that he was parented that well.

A lot of times, people think they're the only ones that feel a certain way.

Never love for me, only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.

All my life I've been seeing things through the culture. My father, for instance, was the press's bad boy. People really hated him. He was always a big flirt. He was always in trouble - going bankrupt, whatever.