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

So basically I did this whole show carrying 100lbs, looking out of one eye, dancing – and then my tits explode at the end. It’s not as easy as it looks!

Once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger

Its okay to be sad. I’ve been trained to love my darkness

I’m a little bit naked, but that’s okay.

I want to liberate them, I want to free them of their fears and make them feel that they can create their own space in the world

People will always talk, so lets give them somethin’ to talk about

Sometimes in life you don’t always feel like a winner, but that doesn’t mean you’re not a winner.

Don’t you ever let a soul in the world tell you that you can’t be exactly who you are.

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

My fashion is part of who I am, and though I was not born with these clothes on, I was born this way.

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 thank God for happiness and sadness. If you are never sad you will never know how good happiness is.

Ups and downs will be happening; coming to the final and losing by a point or so should not matter.

Who were you before the aches of a broken heart? Who were you before the world decided to tear you apart?

All the clouds in me are raining.

I always tried to turn every disaster into an opportunity.

The stronger the winds, the deeper the roots, and the longer the winds, the more beautiful the tree.

It’s pretty hard being a tennis player and Mother Theresa at the same time and that’s just the way it is.

Struggle is, at times, inevitable; survival is, most times, a choice.