I See Bodies As Individual Things.

Sex Sells Everything And Sex Kills.

I Didn't Like The Sound Of People Gasping At The Mere Mention Of My Name. It Horrified Me...

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

I Always Thought The Women Of Song Don't Get Along, And I Don't Know Why That Is.

You Snipe So Steady, You Snub So Snide, So Rip And Ready To Diminish And Deride.