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.

For people considering suicide, it is bullshit. Endure the moment.

I wanted my anger to be valid, and the only way to do that is to be fairly attractive.

I'm not psychic, but my lyrics are.

For years, despite having impeccable taste, I didn't understand how to convey that I had impeccable taste.

If there's any time you should be on drugs it's when you're pregnant, cause it sucks.

That which is imagined need never be lost.