I look like a woman, but I think like a man.

I wanted to write a book that talked about the emotions of children, which is the rainbow. We all have moods. We talk about being blue when we're sad, and being yellow when we're cowards, and when we're mad, we're red.

I don't have anything to say about other people's art and their work.

We're phonies if we're not exactly who we are.

A gypsy told me I was going to do great things. I was going to make all kinds of money.

If I could get their attention long enough, I felt they would see beneath the boobs and find the heart, and that they would see beneath the wig and find the brains. I think one big part of whatever appeal I possess is the fact that I look totally one way and that I am totally another. I look artificial, but I'm not.

I met my husband before I became a star, and he doesn't care about any of it.