I love her. My piano. play the sh*t outta her.

I got a job when I was 15 because my allowance was about $20 a week which in New York was impossible. So I used to waitress across the street from where I grew up.

I don't consider my own clothing to be outrageous. The truth is that people just don't have the same references that I do. To me it's very beautiful and it's art, and to them it's outrageous and crazy.

I'm inspired by fashion. I'm inspired by the moonlight. I'm inspired by sex and pornography and slasher films.

I’d rather be poor and happy than rich and alone.

I'm already crazy. I'm a fearless person. I think it creeps up on you. I don't think it can be stopped. If my destiny is to lose my mind because of fame, then that's my destiny. But my passion still means more than anything.

Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?