“When I get into bed at night, I hope I don’t get into it alone!”

You don’t only worry about the people who hate or resent you; in a way, you’re more worried about the people who love you.

It’s fun seeing my label on someone’s behind – I like that.

I don’t think about my fame very much.

I personally would not have plastic surgery. What the hell for? It looks ridiculous.

Nothing earth-shattering has happened in men’s fashion. How much can you do with men’s clothes?

I certainly feel that an adult woman has a right to determine what happens to her life and body.

People have told me about organized crime in the fashion industry, but I can’t talk about that. I’m looking to stay alive.

The best thing is to look natural, but it takes makeup to look natural.

Anyone who is secure about herself shouldn’t be threatened by the ads I do.

I won’t allow myself to have tremendous fear.

I don’t dwell on success. Maybe that’s one reason I’m successful.

I guess I don’t have a proper perspective on my fame; if I did, I don’t think I’d like it.

AIDS is an absolutely tragic disease. The argument about AIDS’ being some kind of divine retribution is crap.

I’ve been strong and determined all my life about many things I’ve wanted.

I’m crazy, and I don’t pretend to be anything else.

There’s an awareness of fashion in this country, and it’s not limited to gay people.

I remember really vividly kneeling by my bed as a nine-year-old, saying my prayers and asking God to give me boobs that were so big that if I laid on my back I wouldn’t be able to see my feet.

Don’t go to bed with any woman crazier than you are.

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have to convince half the world’s population that my body is not their bed.

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.

The monsters are no longer under our beds.

I learned to play with the monsters under my bed. I gave angel wings to the demons in my head. I asked the voices in my mind to sing sweet lullabies and finally, I found the love and fire in my own eyes.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

First of all, I love singing. I mean, I get out of bed and I sing. I can’t help it.