[On living in New York City:] I'm oblivious to everything. I just don't notice anything. I sat in a coffee shop, drank half a cup of coffee before I noticed there was lipstick on the cup. There was wadded-up gum and lipstick on the napkin. I must have been sitting on that woman's lap for an hour.

I slept with my mother until I was nine years old. It was OK for the first few years, and then I don't know what happened. I just couldn't do it anymore. I mean, sleeping with the same woman, night after night. Boring!

I have a rule, and that is to never look at somebody's face while we're having sex; because, number one, what if I know the guy?

I mean, sleeping with the same woman, night after night. Boring!

I want to be so famous that drag queens will dress like me in parades when I'm dead.

I always feel like rejection is my petrol. That's what keeps me going.

I love eating in it, brushing my teeth and swallowing the toothpaste in it. I love punching the ceiling with my fists when I'm lost or I can't find a parking space.