A record deal doesn't make you an artist; you make yourself an artist.

Do not allow people to dim your shine because they are blinded. Tell them to put on some sunglasses because we were born this way.

live your eyeliner, breathe your lipstick, and kill for each other -Lady Gaga via twitter

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

Love is the new denim or black

Fight and push harder for what you believe in, you'd be surprised, you are much stronger than you think.

In a sense I portray myself in a very androgynous way, and I love androgyny.

My new year's resolution: Never be afraid to be kicked in the teeth. Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.

Rejoice and love yourself today 'Cause baby, you were born this way.

Whether I'm wearing lots of makeup or no makeup, I'm always the same person inside.

I'm definitely a Polaroid camera girl. For me, what I'm really excited about is bringing back the artistry and the nature of Polaroid.

Mistakes are your milestones, don't let them Stop you! Step up with them.

Life  doesn't  happen  suddenly.  It fades  in.

I believe all positive things and negative things are valuable because they shape you.

I'm an amateur at music and an amateur at most things. I like the idea of offering some music and some records and a website to people who feel perplexed.

I may play some exhibition games so I don't want to quit the game of chess completely. I just decided and it's a firm decision not to play competitive chess anymore.

Don't try so much to form your character - it's like trying to pull open a tight, tender young rose. Live as you like best and your character will take care of itself.

Dominican men are told to look at women all the time, but they're definitely not told to see them.

When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child we were and the souls of the dead from whom we have sprung come to lavish on us their riches and their spells.

The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate, For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.