I'm completely optimistic - I know the end is coming!

There is so much in the world to hate, why hate yourself?

I think it's important to encourage gluttony in all its formats.

I'm a total pleasure seeker. I pursue anything that satisfies me. I usually get it. I have specific needs and I know what they are so I can achieve satisfaction.

I'm nihilistic, antagonistic, violent, horrible - but not obliterated, yet. I just refuse to be beaten down. I think it's stubborness that keeps me going.

I used to think feminism was a liberating force - now I see many of those people are just censors under a different name.

Just because my bank account hasn't swelled astronomically I don't consider myself any less of a success.

The female format is a beautiful one in which to function. Foolhardy as it may be. I change my image all the time, it's whatever suits me at the moment.

Part of the charm of what I do is the fact that its completely unrelated to everything that came before.

Think your own thoughts.

The need to document my insanity is an affliction I have not yet cured myself of.

The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.

I'm more apt to cry at something beautiful than at something sad.

I wanted to get away from the Mexican vernacular and do more 'nuevo Latino.' Americans are starting to understand regionality in Mexican food. It is very regional in terms of ingredients.

You can't really accurately diagnose someone, I think. Or I've been told that.

We can witness it, but we stay in a space within ourself that is connected to a more authentic part of ourselves. That is what the warning is about.

I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.

Imagine trying to relive your worst break-up, your worst fight, the most painful death of a loved one, and just really relive it step by step, and bring it up and apply it to the scene you're in.

Poetic power is great, strong as a primitive instinct; it has its own unyielding rhythms in itself and breaks out as out of mountains.

Happiness held is the seed; happiness shared is the flower. A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery while on a detour. Happiness is a direction, not a place.

I have a general moral: great philosophers may be great, but that is not a reason to follow them. Don't be a follower. Work it out for yourself.