I made a mask out of my face because I didn't realize I was quite beautiful. God blessed me so. I practically destroyed it. I had to wear heavy black eyelashes like bat wings, and dark lines under my eyes, and cut all my hair off, my long dark hair. Cut it off and strip it silver and blonde. All those little maneuvers I did out of things that were happening in my life that upset me.

I came to New York to see what I could see - that's from a children's book, isn't it? - and to find the living part.

I’m in love with everyone I’ve ever met in one way or another. I’m just a crazy, unhinged disaster of a human being.

You have to put up with the risk of being misunderstood if you are going to try to communicate.

You live alone, creating your life as you go.

I'm afraid of habit patterns...It would be too much of a routine if you had to establish definite ways of getting through things. You'd get very bored.

It's not that I'm rebelling. It's that I'm just trying to find another way.