“Forget health clinics and gyms. Sex is the best cure. One good night of sex and your problems are gone.”

I believe in having certain releases, certain outlets. One has to indulge. If you don’t indulge, you don’t live -might as well be dead. I believe in indulging as a user and not as an abuser.

To be honest, my life is not really as way-out and myth-loaded as people like to portray it.

You can be a boy, a girl, whatever you want. I have a lot of man in me.

There will always be a replacement coming along very soon – a newer version, a crazier version, a louder version. So if you haven’t got a long-term plan, then you are merely a passing phase, the latest trend, yesterday’s event.

Whatever one is creating, one has to stick to one’s guns and just do it. That is all. Put your foot down and do not let your work be compromised.

I think I’m doing a service to black women by portraying myself as a sex machine. I mean, what’s wrong with being a sex machine, darling? Sex is large, sex is life, sex is as large as life, so it appeals to anyone that’s living, or rather it should.

I like dressing like a guy. I love it. When I was modeling I used to do pictures where I would dress up like my little brother. No makeup and I looked like a boy.

I only started getting into furs when the designers I liked started making them.

I’m too vain, one of my biggest sins, but it saved me; I can see what excess does.

Models are there to look like mannequins, not like real people. Art and illusion are supposed to be fantasy.

That’s what they do in Argentina. Have a little wine and talk. Then have some coffee and talk. Then, go back to the wine.

When I started modelling, I’d raise my arms and it was all muscle and all the other models had nothing. Really, everybody thought I was a man. I don’t have to do much to have muscles. It’s just genetic.

I like to think of myself as a positive person. Otherwise I wouldn’t have had a child.

I’m not as impatient as I used to be. I used to hit people if I didn’t like what they were saying. Just lash out. ‘Bam – shut up! Hahahah!’ I was terrible.

I didn’t think I had a voice at all, and I still think of myself as an interpreter of songs more than a singer. I thought it was too deep; people thought I was a man. I had a very strong Jamaican accent, too; the accent really messed me up for auditions.

I’m still shocked every time I see snow. The first bit of snow each year… I stay up and I watch it. And then I go out and pick it up and eat it and move around in it.

Thoughts are chemical. They can either kill us or cure us.

Music connects us all to each other, and I think that’s just magical and beautiful, and I need that in my life. Heartbreak is the pain of separation. To me, the cure that music offers and that dancing offers is complete integration.

The cures for many cancers, if not most cancers, exist. But they are not being offered to the patient who has cancer….

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

I learned that healing and cure are active processes in which I myself needed to participate.

There’s another advantage to being poor – a doctor will cure you faster.

Absence – that common cure of love.

Youth is a malady of which one becomes cured a little every day.