I like to think of myself as a positive person. Otherwise I wouldn't have had a child.

I believe in individuality, that everybody is special, and it's up to them to find that quality and let it live.

We're not perfect; we all have things that people might not like to see, and I like to show my faults.

I go feminine, I go masculine. I am both, actually. I think the male side is a bit stronger in me, and I have to tone it down sometimes. I'm not like a normal woman, that's for sure.

I thought I'd take style to its limit... My philosophy is a belief in magic, good luck , self-confidence, and pride.

This is depression, it comes when your blocking. This is expression it comes when you're rocking

Whatever one is creating, one has to stick to one's guns and just do it. That is all. Put your foot down and do not let your work be compromised.

Everyone has to make their own decisions. I still believe in that. You just have to be able to accept the consequences without complaining.

If people think I'm angry, I don't want to burst anybody's bubble. I like sometimes for people to be afraid of me. But it's not really anger; it's discipline.

You can be a boy, a girl, whatever you want. I have a lot of man in me.

Survival is my primary instinct...it's out of my control. It's stronger than me. It's an outside force, a voice that says 'do this for your life or it will devour you.'

The world needs great inspires, who will encourage every living soul to reach their highest potential. You can be one.

The real me now may not be thin but she's got the cake and, if she likes, can eat it too.

I am wandering inside, wandering through my past, trying to see if there is a place there strong enough to hold me.

After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter.

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.

One of my most exciting Saturday nights was just me and a bottle of wine and a crochet book.

This novel is fiction, except for the parts that aren't.

The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

Everyone must decide for himself whether it is better to have a brief but more intensely felt existence or to live a long and ordinary life.

Tis emblematic, the rose of youth and health soon fades when watered by the tear of affliction.