I wake up every morning and it's like when you break up with somebody who has really broken your heart.

I don't like rooms you never use or that are wasted space but I also like a sparseness and a cleanness.

Bad habits die hard...........❤ #livingforlove ❤ #rebelheart

I don't think ultimately God punishes. I think we bring about our own destruction or our own creation.

When you're writing something and you know it's good, you get flushed, you can feel the blood coursing through your veins, you feel alive, all your nerve endings stand up, something just clicks.

My father was very strict with me, and I kept seeing a disparity between their freedom and my lack of it, or how I had all the responsibilities and they had none. And the Catholic Church, all of the rules, and why did I have to wear a dress when they could wear pants? I would say to my dad: 'Will Jesus love me less if I wear pants? Am I going to hell?'

Sure, having my pictures taken in the nude and doing things that I did got me in the door but it didn't keep me in the room. To have lasted as long as I've lasted, obviously, I have to have something more going for me.