I've had some lovely extraordinary experiences on New Year's Eve.

The only person I really believe in is me.

You always fall for the rascal or the guy who's got a little bit of the devil in him. You can't help it.

It's scary times for humanity, it seems. But as my octogenarian father tells me, "The world has seen harder times, and the world will survive." The arc of history is long, and the mess we're currently making is just a blip.

I'm against the idea that rock stars have to live a life that's completely understandable or predictable to their audience....Maybe I'll just be the mysterious figure that'll never be able to truly be defined. Maybe that's what my thing is.

I mean I think that Blondie's influence is a little bit in a way more eclectic than those bands.

How can one be a woman and not be a feminist? That's my question.