“I am an actress first, a singer second.”

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.

I miss singing. I did Broadway forever.

One day, the producer’s wife said, “Well, it’s kind of odd that you’re singing from Mary’s perspective, being the guy. Why don’t you do Joseph?

I love music, and I love singing.

So he was opening night… I was out of a job, and I’d been to every producer in Hollywood trying to get a job singing. But nobody wanted to know me.

In the deepest night of trouble and sorrow God gives us so much to be thankful for that we need never cease our singing.

I hated singing. I wanted to be an actress. But I don’t think I’d have made it any other way.

I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!

The singer should sing well even if it is merely to himself, rather than dance badly for the whole world.