I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.

A woman is a full time job. You have to choose your profession.

You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.

To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.

The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.