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

Art perpetuates beauty. Beauty is a symptom of the force that is nature. You are a force of nature, I love you.

Glam culture is ultimately rooted in obsession, and those of us who are truly devoted and loyal to the lifestyle of glamour are masters of its history. Or, to put it more elegantly, we are librarians.

This is who the fuck I am.

I’m just a holy fool

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.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.

Dogs will eat till they die. Cats will leave food in the dish, incomprehensible to a dog.

My father gave me formal education in raagdari. He died in Lahore in 1964 when I was 13. I was in the tenth year of school, and my father’s brother took me into the qawwali ensemble and started giving me formal education in qawwali.

Heaven is not something you need to die to get to.

I’m not much for talking. You know what I do. I put guys in body bags when I’m right.

Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go.

A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.