I don't need plastic in my body to validate me as a woman.

Being offended is part of being in the real world.

If you want to ask about my drug problem, go ask my big, fat, smart, ten pound daughter, she'll answer any questions you have about it.

You’ve got to be prepared for the names they are going to call you compared to your male peers… You will be a floozy and a slattern. He will be virile and a ladies’ man. You will be a freakshow, a retching wretch, a sloppy drunk. He will be charismatic, vainglorious, a ferocious drunk and Dionysian. You will be indiscriminate and desperate. He will be generous, tortured and driven.

I'll always prefer to play with women and hang out with women, and I'll always be a feminist.

I don't need plastic in my body to validate me as a woman.

What makes the most money for this business? Dead rock stars.