I'm inspired by fashion. I'm inspired by the moonlight. I'm inspired by sex and pornography and slasher films.
The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself.
I don't want to sound presumptuous, but I've made it my goal to revolutionize pop music. The last revolution was launched by Madonna 25 years ago.
My grandmother is basically blind, but she can make out the lighter parts, like my skin and hair. She says, 'I can see you, because you have no pants on.' So I'll continue to wear no pants so that my grandma can see me.
Some people are just born stars - you either have it or you haven't, and I was definitely born one.
My work as an artist is completely separate from my work as a philanthropist.
I realized my father's sister Joanne, who died at 19 had instilled her spirit in me.
I think a lot of people love to convolute what everyone else does in order to disempower women.
I'm already crazy. I'm a fearless person. I think it creeps up on you. I don't think it can be stopped. If my destiny is to lose my mind because of fame, then that's my destiny. But my passion still means more than anything.
Unless I am both capable of and willing to reopen the wound every time I write a song, if I choose to not look inside myself to write music, I'm really not worth being called an artist at all.
The blurring of fantasy and reality is something that the Japanese herald in their life, in their day-to-day commercialism.
I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, "It's OK to be sad." I've been trained to love my darkness.
I just am committed wholeheartedly to theatre with no intermission.
My new album that I'm creating, which is finished pretty much, was written with this new instinctual energy that I've developed getting to know my fans. They protect me, so now it's my destiny to protect them.
Tonight love and hate met in St. Louis. And love outnumbered the hate, in poetic thousands. Hate left. But love stayed. + Together, we sang.
There's something about lonely nights and my lipstick on your face.
I was called really horrible, profane names very loudly in front of huge crowds of people, and my schoolwork suffered at one point.
Watch very closely as the magical angel and I are swallowed by the rainbow twister, and left stranded on the glitter way.
I think there are different kinds of fame. There's fame which is plastic and about paparazzi and money and being rich, and then there's the fame, which is when no one knows who you are but everyone wants to know who you are.
I am the excuse to explore your identity. To be exactly who you are and to feel unafraid. To not judge yourself, to not hate yourself.
