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

There are songs about abortions, about slashing your arms with razors, about imagining your own funeral in New Orleans, about rock stars cheating on their wives, sex.

In rock stardom there's an absolute economic upside to self-destruction.

I'm ultimately a widow and a single mother, who's not even getting to be a mother right now. I am so alone, it's freaky.

No guy is worth your tears, but when you find that one that could be worth it, he shouldn't make you cry.

I'm covered with loser dust.

I have a deathly fear of mediocrity and that nips at my heels and gets me into a lot of trouble.