If I only concentrated on one thing, I would limit myself in life.

What one person sees as degrading and disgusting and bad for women might make some women feel empowered and beautiful and strong.

We do have a distorted view of our fantasies in society, but that's because we don't talk about them enough.

I don't believe in a God. I don't believe in any of that stuff to determine my life or my goals or my direction. I just depend on myself.

I am an actor. I am an artist. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a partner. I have a past that some people may not agree with, but it does not define who I am.

I am determined and ready to be a commodity that fulfills everyone's fantasies.

A shiny ring isn't romantic to me. I think thought and love into what you do for the person you're in love with - that's romance.

Rejection just motivates me to keep trying and to try to do better.

I think there are very few people, in my generation at least, that are that passionate about what they do.

People don't really absorb everything they read or hear. They just look at it quickly, and then they choose to remember what they want to remember.

I'd like to think of myself as somebody who has a voice for liberating female sexuality.

Books are to the mind as the whetstone for the knives.

The teacher must adopt the role of facilitator not content provider.

Despite what many Americans think, most Soviets do not yearn for capitalism or Western-style democracy.

So few men are really worth knowing, that it seems a shameful waste to let an anthropoid prejudice stand in the way of free association with one who is.

It's the journey, not the destination. I truly believe that.

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

Republic. I like the sound of the word. It means people can live free, talk free, go or come, buy or sell, be drunk or sober, however they choose. Some words give you a feeling.

Being against torture ought to be sort of a multipartisan thing.

Reality is made up of circles but we see straight lines.

History is but a kind of Newgate calendar, a register of the crimes and miseries that man has inflicted on his fellow-man.