For me, the issue of feminism is just not an interesting concept... Whenever people bring up feminism, I’m like, god. I’m just not really that interested.

They judge me like a picture book, by the colors, like they forgot to read.

It takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it, to know what true freedom is.

As soon as the first person wrote about me, the articles became just blatant, all-out lies. I consider it slander. If I cared more, I'd kill them.

I was, you know, a mess. I totally wanted to kill myself every day.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

I think the thing I really got from Ginsberg was that you can tell a story through kind of painting pictures with words. And when I found out that you could have a profession doing that, it was thrilling to me. It just became my passion immediately, playing with words and poetry.