Art keeps me alive. I've obviously been devastated or heartbroken all my life, since my mother's death.

Everyone is entitled to my opinion

For me, it's either you're part of creation or you're part of destruction. It's inexplicable; it's like breathing, and I can't imagine not doing it.

I know I'm not the greatest singer or dancer, but that doesn't interest me, I'm interested in being provocative and pushing people's buttons.

Fame is a form of misunderstanding.

I see a huge paradox in me - the intense need to be loved and the search for approval juxtaposed with the need to nurture other people, to be the mother I never had.

Beauty's where you find it; not just where you bump and grind it.