I think the world tries to put people in a box, like this is the only appropriate way to be beautiful.
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, As the flames rose to her Roman nose And her Walkman started to melt.
I normally live in Los Angeles, if you can call it normal living.
I wear black on the outside, because black is how I feel on the inside.
Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me.
I think we were all initially swept along with the Obama win, but he's proven to be simply a set of teeth, and useless in every other regard.
The rhino is now more or less extinct, and it's not because of global warming or shrinking habitats. It's because of Beyonce's handbags.
When she was younger, my mother was quite committed to Roman Catholicism. But she got disillusioned with it and moved closer to something like Buddhist beliefs near the end of her life.
Every time I make another record and every time I get a year older, I become more and more confident in who I am and more in tune with what I want as a person. I think it's the same for anyone in any walk of life. You just grow with experience and become more confident in exploring new things.
My mother-in-law fell down a wishing well. I was amazed; I never knew they worked.
I feel quite at home writing short stories but nervous and anxious when writing novels, as if the bad time of consecutive failures might arise again.