“A middle finger is more New York than a corporate ambush. I bleed for my hometown, and I’d die for my fans.”

I’m a free bitch baby.

It’s cooler to be strong.

I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much.

They can’t scare me, if I scare them first.

Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?

The Monster Ball is by nature a protest: A youth church experience to speak out and celebrate against all forms of discrimination + prejudice.

I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, It’s OK to be sad. I’ve been trained to love my darkness.

Cause it’s a hard life, with love in the world. and i’m a hard girl, loving me is like chewing on pearls.

I want you to walk out of here tonight not loving me more, but loving yourselves more.

It’s hard knowing who to trust with your personal life. When you cry in your room at night, you don’t always know who to call.

Dirty pony, I can’t wait to hose you down.

To everyone who says this is wrong to feel like this say, ‘I was born this way baby.

I’m telling you a lie in a vicious effort that you will repeat my lie over and over until it becomes true

When I wake up in the morning, I feel like any other insecure 24-year-old girl. Then I say,’Bitch, you’re Lady Gaga, you get up and walk the walk today.

All that ever holds somebody back, I think, is fear. For a minute I had fear. Then I went into the dressing room and shot my fear in the face.

At the end of the day, you won’t be happy until you love yourself.

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

Any moment might be our last.

To have the truth in your possession you can be found guilty, sentenced to death.

People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibition have been a failure, because the rich – don’t want to buy anything.

Water is the life – giver and the death-bringer.

Pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence.

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

Tomorrow is another day toward death.