Hurt that's not supposed to show, and tears that fall when no one knows.

People have this idea that if you're sexual and beautiful and provocative, then there's nothing else you could possibly offer.

I always wished that I could find someone as beautiful as you, but in the process I forgot that I was special too.

I want to be like Gandhi, and Martin Luther King, and John Lennon... but I want to stay alive.

I loved nuns when I was growing up. I thought they were beautiful. For several years I wanted to be a nun. I saw them as really pure, disciplined, above average people. They had these serene faces. Nuns are sexy.

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

I feel like everybody needs to take a sabbatical and go to Russia and Africa and work in orphanages and really witness true suffering. And then you'll just feel ridiculous for ever complaining about anything. Everybody needs that kind of reality check.