“It’s my body and if I want to do it like Michael Jackson, I will. My nose bothered me for a long time. Now it’s smaller and I’m happy. If I wanna put my tits on my back, they’re mine!”

Hate crimes are the scariest thing in the world because these people really believe what they’re doing is right.

If you really want something you can figure out how to make it happen.

If you are going to wait for someone to encourage you to do something, you just better give up.

I was a shy ugly kid who led a big fantasy life. I thought I was an angel sent from heaven, to cure polio. When Dr. Salk did that I was really pissed off.

I’ve never compromised who I am not ever. If I’ve gotten anywhere in my life it’s been on my own merits.

I’m scared to death of being poor. It’s like a fat girl who loses 500 pounds but is always fat inside. I grew up poor and will always feel poor inside. It’s my pet paranoia.

Unless you’re willing to look a little foolish, forget the possibility of becoming great.

The only thing in the world you can change is yourself and that makes all the difference in the world.

If you can’t go straight ahead, you go around the corner.

I think that the longer I look good, the better gay men feel.

Come hell or water high you’ll never see me cry this is our last good bye.

You know, honey, husbands come and go but I’m still Cher at the end of the day.

Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great.

One thing about prejudices — once you break one of them, you’re screwed, because then they all have got to go.

People are negative no matter what you do.

It’s a dirty job being ridiculous, but I’ll do it.

I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.

Government is not a trade which any man or body of men has a right to set up and exercise for his own emolument, but is altogether a trust, in right of those by whom that trust is delegated, and by whom it is always resumable. It has of itself no rights; they are altogether duties.

Her delicate breasts shake his enormous apparatus in elaborate worship.

Air you breathe is bad for your lungs so you’ve got to careful and don’t overdue any bad air. Too much pot, too much anything is not good. Your lung is a piece of flesh, a piece of bone. You can injure it.

If we have power, we’ll never give it up again unless we’re carried out of our offices as corpses.

She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed.

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?