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

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.

When in doubt, freak 'em out.

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 function because I am on drugs.

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!

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 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.

I look spooky but I’m really nice.

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.