“The angels decided to shine on me for a little while.”

I believe in free love and that’s just how I feel.

People have offered me opportunities in exchange for sleeping with them. But it’s not 1952 anymore.

When you get real big baby, remember that little old cowgirl. Waiting for you back in that red river valley.

I pretend I’m not hurt, I walk about the world like I’m having fun.

No matter how many people give me advice, I am going to do what my heart tells me to do.

I know now that it’s really important to feel beautiful. There is a power to that.

Bad things happen everyday but you’re not going to be any happier thinking about them.

Find someone who has a life that you want and figure out how they got it. Read books, pick your role models wisely. Find out what they did and do it.

Initially the fashion world was more interested in me than the music world, which was strange when I first started singing.

Do you know how expensive it is to look this cheap?

Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

Nobody gets to tell your story.

I’ve been really blessed to have a lot of romance in my life. It’s like my last luxury.

Einstein said ‘your imagination is more important than intelligence,’ and I have a very, very big imagination.

I was a mess. I totally wanted to kill myself every day.

But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.

I often think flowers are the angels’ alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

Sooner and later you will see great changes made, dreadful horrors and vengeances. For as the Moon is thus led by its angel, the heavens draw near to the Balance.

God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

You didn’t think of angels as white or black. They were angels.