A story a friend told me about being in New York and meeting this Latin-lover kind of guy. They went up to her hotel room, and the guy kind of pounced on her and told her to spread her legs, shouting, "Surrender the pink! Surrender the pink!" That's where it's from.

It's very good to get through them (drugs) while you're still young and then talk about how great or bad it was for the rest of your life.

I hate caviar. Ugh! The freebase of food!

I do believe you're only as sick as your secrets.

I rarely think about my childhood. It's a slippery thing I can't keep hold of for long - it slithers out of my grasp. And a lot of the time I remember what was missing instead of what was there. I am a chronicler of absence.

I am someone who will rise to an occasion like that. Other occasions can defeat me.

Sex was for men. Marriage, like lifeboats, was for women and children.