I really don't like conference calls to be honest. It's always something that bloody happens with a conference call - universally never works out.

I very much adore people who are outcasts, and I've always loved to be around interesting, circus-type people.

I just love vintage. I have far too many vintage dresses.

At school I got harassed so badly for being too tall, too thin, too pale - too everything that has gotten me where I am now, which is quite ironic.

Obviously there are going to be a lot of skeptics. I only hope I can prove them wrong and give the idea of model-slash-anything a genuine chance.

I've not met one person, even if they are not creative, who isn't dysfunctional. I guess artists are just a bit more aware of their dysfunction because it serves a purpose.

I'm surrounded by freaks. Am I weirder than the rest of them? Ultimately I've learned to pride myself on being quirky.

I like feeling a bit of an outcast where I am. I've always been that way. Somehow, I fit in by not fitting in.

There comes a point where certain things are becoming my Achilles heel; you know when you start repeating yourself and saying the same anecdotes over and over again you start slowly hating yourself.

We all know people who are ridiculously famous, and it's a scary thing because all of the sudden people - even the people you are close to - stop being honest with you, stop telling you the truth.

I'm dedicating my time to going on tour and basically juggling music, modeling, and being a mother. Being a mother is obviously the most important.

I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one-half his days and mad the other.

Everyday is an oportunity to make a new happy ending.

Satan, that great angler, hath his sundry baits for sundry tempers of men, which they all catch greedily at, but few perceive the hook till it be too late.

All I want to do, ever, is play chess.

Be a collector of good ideas, but don't trust your memory. The best collecting place for all of the ideas and information that comes your way is your journal.

America is capitalism on steroids.

A segregated school system produces children who, when they graduate, they do with crippled minds.

The first question in any interactive process with another is: now Who Am I, and Who Do I Want to Be, in relationship to that?

My father was a very difficult man.

I think love can happen at any age... it has no age.