People's opinions don't interfere with me.

Beyond the beauty, the sex, the titillation, the surface, there is a human being. And that has to emerge.

I shall die very young...maybe seventy, maybe eighty, maybe ninety. But I shall be very young.

I can't belong to groups. I've tried. I behave normally, but people don't look at me normally.

I work more now because at this time of my life I am not disturbed from my aim by outside pressures such as family, passionate relationships, dealing with 'who am I?' - those complications when one is searching for one's self.

For me it's not possible to forget, and I don't understand people who, when the love is ended, can bury the other person in hatred or oblivion. For me, a man I have loved becomes a kind of brother.

It's dangerous to assert oneself.