And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there's another dog.

Truly to sing, that is a different breath.

People say, 'You have inspired me, you've given me courage...' They've gone so far as to say, 'You've changed my life!' And I would come back and say to my husband, 'I can't understand it - what kind of poor little life did she have if I had to come and change it?'

You might find me outside with a can of hair spray, spraying it with the hope that the sun will burn a hole in the Earth. Another part of me hopes people will grow up and evolve and get smarter. That's the paradox of Marilyn Manson.

I change the workout every month, so you never adapt and never plateau.

The paradox of trauma is that it has both the power to destroy and the power to transform and resurrect.