Guess what, I might be the first hippie pinup girl.
You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.
You got to get it while you can.
On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people; and then I go home alone.
If I hold back, I'm no good. I'm no good. I'd rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time.
You're only as much as you settle for. If they settle for being somebody's dishwasher that's their own f***ing problem. If you don't settle for that and you keep fighting it, you know, you'll end up anything you want to be.