By the time I was five, I was a little diva.

I love leather and I love lace, but not necessarily together. I'm probably happiest in a long black velvet dress, black suede boots, and some kind of really beautiful wrap than I am in anything else. I don't even own a pair of jeans.

Even in my really bad, drugged-out days, I didn't go away. I still toured, still did interviews. I never gave up the fight. That's why I'm who I am today, because I didn't leave. And I think I made the right choice.

I'm the original hunter-down-of-fabulous-things. Twenty years ago I sat down and decided that I would create a really wonderful image, an unforgettable image. And now I'm kind of stuck with it. It's like when I don't wear my fringy, gypsy stuff, people kind of look at me like, 'What's wrong?

My life is a testament to believing that if you want something you can make it happen.

That is the saddest thing: He [Prince] always thought I would die of a drug overdose, and here it happens he dies of an accidental overdose.

If you want to find somebody and you want to be married and you want to have children, don't make it a rock star.