I have an accident about every two years, and one day it won't be an accident!

You care enough, that you want your life to be fulfilled in a living way, not in a painting way, not in a writing way...you really do want it to be involving in living, corresponding with other living objects, moving, changing, that kind of thing.

Have you ever analyzed things to the degree where you can’t really remember the difference between what’s real and what you’ve created in your head?

While I was girl of the year and superstar and all that crap, everything I did was really...motivated by psychological disturbance.

I'm greedy; I'd like to keep most of it for myself and a few others, a few of my friends . . . to keep that superlative high, just on the cusp of each day . . . so that I'd radiate sunshine.

I want to reach people and express myself. You have to put up with the risk of being misunderstood if you are going to try to communicate. You have to put up with people projecting their own ideas, attitudes, misunderstanding you. But it’s worth being a public fool if that’s all you can be in order to communicate yourself.

I'd like to turn the whole world on just for a moment. Just for a moment.