I acknowledge that I have no idea who the hell I am, and I think that's the first step.

You can't open your presents 'til you write your thank-you letters.

I don't want to be anyone's role model. My mole models were assholes. My role models are dead. My role models never made it to 30, so I'm a bad person to ask for advice.

When in doubt, freak 'em out.

I look spooky but I’m really nice.

I never worry about the social backlash against my work because I'm a man in a dress, and somehow American society creates a buffer on how severe things are when you put a man in a dress.

I am a Sagittarius. Two people live within me. One's a very savvy businessperson the other's a party girl. Part of me is a very sensitive, connected, balanced person, and the other part is a selfish, fame-seeking asshole. Terrorist, really.

I function because I am on drugs.

I never stop working, I never stop creating. And I never sit around and wait for the industry to need me. I force the industry to want me by continuously creating what I do. And in this age of airplanes and Internet, it's not about where you are, it's more about what you do. But I travel every single day.

When making your ass, always draw the shape of Africa. Or as Latrice would say, the homeland.

Every disposable job makes you partially suicidal. But I've always worked because I need to buy drugs and wigs so I could go out in drag and get wasted!

If I had to pick between Heaven and Hell, I'd pick Hell, because I can't keep white clean.