“Look up here, I’m in heaven.”

I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we’ve made of them…The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.

I’m regarded quite asexually by a lot of people. And the people that understand me the best are nearer to what I understand about me.

I re-invented my image so many times that I’m in denial that I was originally an overweight Korean woman.

I’m very shy. That’s probably one of the reasons I got so heavily into drugs.

It was fun to be clever.

You should turn around at the end of the day and say I really like that piece of work, or that piece of work sucked. Not, was that popular or wasn’t it popular?

It’s a compulsive need to wreck everything. You might notice there’s a pattern of stripping down and building back up again throughout my life. But I guess that’s how some of us conduct our lives.

It makes me sad when I see artists who come alive when they go onstage, because, gee, I really come alive when I’m home.

I think the only music I didn’t listen to was country and western, and that holds to this day.

I find only freedom in the realms of eccentricity.

Style is about the choices you make to create the aspects of civilization that you wish to uphold.

You can begin really looking for a relationship . . . when you can (appreciate) the whole concept of giving to someone, not just taking.

She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind.

It would be positively boring if minds were in tune.

My sexual nature is irrelevant. I’m an actor, I play roles, fragments of myself.

The moment you know you know you know.

They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.

Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew–knew–that we’re carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we’re all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?

Daily I expect to be murdered or betrayed or reduced to slavery if the occasion arises. But I fear nothing, because of the promises of heaven.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

What can be more foolish than to think that all this rare fabric of heaven and earth could come by chance?

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.