I cannot exist as a solo artist.

I'm a survivor, at least that's what everyone tells me.

If you (the press) lie about us, I will hit you, Kurt will shoot you, and we both will sue.

Remember, if you write anything nasty about me, I'll come around and blow up your toilet.

On Sofia Coppola's 16th birthday, way back in 1987, I stole a lip gloss from her Sistine Chapel of a bedroom. Years later, I left a Chanel lip gloss in the reception of the Mercer Hotel for her. You know why? I believe that you've got to fix your karma.

My number one thing to work on is not being reactive - but appropriateness doesn't come easily to me sometimes.

I cannot exist as a solo artist.