If I had to pick between Heaven and Hell, I'd pick Hell, because I can't keep white clean.

You can't open your presents 'til you write your thank-you letters.

I never worry about the social backlash against my work because I'm a man in a dress, and somehow American society creates a buffer on how severe things are when you put a man in a dress.

I function because I am on drugs.

Never feel guilty. Don't hold yourself back by guilt or fear. No other species in the entire world deals with guilt. Guilt is a bizarre emotion that makes you feel bad about decisions that you make.

I acknowledge that I have no idea who the hell I am, and I think that's the first step.

When in doubt, freak 'em out.