The American public really does have a death wish for me. They want me to die. I'm not going to die.

How can you love me if you dont know me? I stink really bad.

I like there to be some testosterone in rock, and it's like I'm the one in the dress who has to provide it.

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

But let me tell you something. Gloria Steinem never helped me out; Larry Flynt did.

There are ten commandments, I've only broken three.

I listen to too many people. I'm only going to listen to my gut for the rest of my life.