I always wrote like rock 'n' roll. And I always listen to rock 'n' roll as poetry.

People called me the godmother of punk, but I never name myself anything.

I started resenting how much art robs from life. I'd go to a party and I couldn't enjoy myself, even sexually. All I could think was how I was going to reinvent the experience into a piece of art.

Ultimately, I want to make everyone horny.

I wish I could just project everything on the paper.

I’m not much a role model in terms of hair care, though.

When we got to the part where we had to improvise an argument in a poetic language, I got cold feet. "I can't do this," I said. "I don't know what to say." "Say anything," he said. "You can't make a mistake when you improvise." "What if I mess it up? What if I screw up the rhythm?" "You can't," he said. "It's like drumming. If you miss a beat, you create another." In this simple exchange, Sam taught me the secret of improvisation, one that I have accessed my whole life.