I have to find work wherever it might be hiding.

Anything can happen with a razor.

My grandmother, she passed away at Christmas time. So now, I have this built in sadness, you know, every holiday. 'Cause I'm plagued with the thought of, you know, what she would have given me. What didn't I get to open this year?

Always keep your anger bottled up. You might need a bottle of anger some day when friends come by and won't leave.

I'm all over the place, and I consider myself a bit of a scrounger: 'What will I do next, so I'm not broke?'

It goes Christmas, New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day. Is that fair to anyone who's alone? These are all days you gotta be with someone. And if you didn't get around to killing yourself at Christmas or New Year's, boom! There's Valentine's Day. I think there should be one more after Valentine's Day just called, 'Who could love you?'

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