For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want.

It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.

Unless we have that moment of chaos, followed by the emotional release of realization, nothing will be remembered.

People would ask me to autograph their bodies and then the next time I'd see them on tour they'd have my autograph tattooed. I decided I wouldn't write on people anymore, but I'd give them arms and legs and if they wanted those autographed I'd do that.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.