“Well my music was different in high school; I was singing about love—you know, things I don’t care about anymore.”

Bare your struggles very close to your heart and have them be a part of you that you’re proud of instead of something that you’re ashamed of.

Just remember: I love you, and love yourselves. ’cause, little monsters, you were born that way baby.

I can’t wait to be home with you and our dogs, that’s all I need.

Be kind even if its to yourself.

I’ve always been famous, it’s just no one knew it yet.

Can’t see me cry ever again.

So many will try to destroy me. So many, over and over, coming in periods of greatness. But in this period, I cannot be broken.

For all my love little monsters I am your mom you are my child in my hand i protect you like my eyes but don’t worry I’ll catch you if you fall.

Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.

Close your eyes and imagine a world without color, then open them and look at the world around you.

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

Live your eyeliner, breathe your lipstick, and kill for each other.

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the agro of my furied heart.

Fight and push harder for what you believe in, you’d be surprised, you are much stronger than you think.

People ask me why I wear veils. I reply, I am mourning. Mourning what? Well I figure something shitty must be going on somewhere.

Holdin’ on so tight to this status, it’s not real but I’ll try to grab it.

When people talk to you in such glowing terms, that is the time to be very, very alert because the worst of the mistakes are made in the best of the times.

What you have in most education software is that they’re catering to the decision-maker who makes the budget allocations, and that decision-maker has a lot of check boxes. Does it do this? Check. Does it do that? Check. They could care less about the end user experience.

Nothing gives us a greater idea of our soul, than that God has given us, at the moment of our birth, an angel to take care of it.

I really don’t care what people think of me.

I saw the world. I learnt of new cultures. I flew across an ocean. I wore women’s clothing. Made a friend. Fell in love. Who cares if I lost a wager?

I really don’t care what people think of me. I’ve got my family. I’ve got my friends. Yes, I have been trained to be a little more aggressive if I need to be, but I don’t go around thumping people.

We must have a theme, a goal, a purpose in our lives. If you don’t know where you’re aiming, you don’t have a goal. My goal is to live my life in such a way that when I die, someone can say, she cared.

Imprudent restrictions often force youth farther than enticement would carry them; and careless limitation is frequently worse than no injunction.