I'm the gangsta Nancy Sinatra.

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.

In New York I pretty much live in diners - I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.

If you are born an artist, you have no choice but to fight to stay an artist.

I regret trusting The Guardian. I didn't want to do an interview, but the journalist was persistent. [The writer] was masked as a fan, but was hiding sinister ambitions and angles. Maybe he's actually the boring one looking for something interesting to write about.

[About her boyfriend Barrie] We kick each others asses. We give each other input every night.

Find someone who has a life that you want and figure out how they got it. Read books, pick your role models wisely. Find out what they did and do it.