'I went to America to promote 'The Man Who Sold The World' and, as I was going to Texas, I wore a dress. One guy pulled out a gun on me and called me a fag. But I thought the dress was beautiful.' —David Bowie, April 1971
Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. —William S. Burroughs
interviewer: if a man came into your life, wouldn't you want to compromise?
eartha kitt: *laughs loudly* stupid. A man comes into my life and I have to compromise? You must think about that one again. *continues to laugh*