“I would be so scared if I was a gay guy; you’ll, like, die of AIDS.”

If I could read a book, I’d definitely read one of yours.

Every girl is beautiful if they have the ability to believe in themselves.

I would say natural is the best way to describe the real me. I’m not always going out or dressed up like I am on the red carpet. On a normal day, I wear normal clothes and wear little to no make-up. I’m always a bit girly, though.

I got my eye on you boy, and when I get my eye on something, it’s like search and destroy.

I don’t think there’s ever been anyone like me that’s lasted. And I’m going to keep on lasting.

I get half a million just to show up at parties. My life is, like, really, really fun.

When you’re in the public eye, it’s wrong to cheat on someone, unless you’re very careful. If you’re normal and no one’s going to know, then do it.

The only people you need in your life are the ones that prove they need you in theirs.

Life is too short to blend in.

I’m not like anybody else. I’m like an American princess.

I think I am a good role model, and a lot of mothers come up to me and they’re really happy, and I think if any girl follows their dreams then anything can happen to them.

I’m very scared to do it. What if I don’t come back? With the whole light-years thing, what if I come back 10,000 years later, and everyone I know is dead? I’ll be like, ‘Great. Now I have to start all over’.

You need to look like a lady at the Oscars. Otherwise, Joan Rivers will tear you apart. Then again, you aren’t really anyone till Joan Rivers tears you apart.

The only rule is don’t be boring.

I don’t really think, I just walk.

Yes, I’ve kissed a lot of guys. I like to kiss, but that’s it. I don’t go home with anyone. I sleep with my animals, like my baby monkey, Brigitte Bardot.

These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.

Nothing is born, nothing dies.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.

If a tree dies, plant another in its place.

For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.

There comes a point when you can more or less count the number of books you’re going to write before you die.