“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.”

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.

I’m obsessively opposed to the typical.

I’ve always believed in the power of makeup to elevate self-love.

I’d wear any of my private attire for the world to see. But I would rather have an open flesh wound than ever wear a band aid in public.

Never be afraid to dream.

And now, I’m just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.

A record deal doesn’t make you an artist; you make yourself an artist

The scars on my mind are on replay.

You have to be unique, and different, and shine in your own way.

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.

[Baseball] breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart.

We broke through the feminine mystique and women who were wives, mothers and housewives began to find themselves as people. That didn’t mean they stopped, or had to stop, being mothers, wives or even liking their homes.

I’d been broken beyond repair.

Without you, dearest dearest I couldn’t see or hear or feel or think – or live – I love you so and I’m never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

Laws are like spiders webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape.

Courage, ne’er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

Wars spring from unseen and generally insignificant causes, the first outbreak being often but an explosion of anger.