I came to New York to see what I could see – that’s from a children’s book, isn’t it? – and to find the living part.
It’s not that I’m rebelling. It’s that I’m just trying to find another way.
I made a mask out of my face because I didn’t realize I was quite beautiful. God blessed me so. I practically destroyed it. I had to wear heavy black eyelashes like bat wings, and dark lines under my eyes, and cut all my hair off, my long dark hair. Cut it off and strip it silver and blonde. All those little manoeuvres I did out of things that were happening in my life that upset me.
You care enough, that you want your life to be fulfilled in a living way, not in a painting way, not in a writing way…you really do want it to be involving in living, corresponding with other living objects, moving, changing, that kind of thing.
I think drugs are like strawberries and peaches.
But I really, since I exist, at all, I believe that it’s possible for people…I’ve lived through impossible situations. So I believe in it. I just believe, and that’s the magic…That’s the whole thing, you talk about magic that there’s to believe in, and it is there. But most people don’t really believe in it. And I refuse, like, since I’m still alive and done the things I’ve done and seen things and understood things as far as I have, and I am alive, I mean physically intact. When I shouldn’t be, according to medical reports and so forth. I mean I should be, not here. That’s all there is to it. So the magic’s working and it’s a rare situation.