Vice Is Its Own Reward.

If You Don't Stay In Some Days, You Can't Recharge Your Batteries.

People Say To Me, "when Did You Come Out?" But I Was Never In! When I Was About Six, I Was Swanning Around The House In Clothes That Belonged To My Mother And My Grandmother Which I'd Found In An Attic, Saying, "i Am A Beautiful Princess!" What My Parents Thought Of This, I Don't Know. But They Bore It. And The Real Problem Was Not My Sin, But My Unemployability.

In Fact I Try To Spend At Least One, If Not Two Days Without Ever Leaving My Room. Because If I Didn't, When Would I Recharge My Batteries?

In New York, I Find People So Courteous And So Generous. Free Drinks In Bars. Free Taxi Rides.

My Mother Protected Me From The World And My Father Threatened Me With It.