“And is death not the ultimate orgasm, a return to that otherworldly ether, whose very origins were indeed a Big Bang, the ultimate explosion, the supreme chaos, whose resonance is the vibration we constantly seek to reproduce in everything we… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
If what I write is literature, I guess you'd better emphasize the 'litter.' — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
I decided to lock myself in. A forced segregation. Sabbatical. A retreat into myself. My selves. Play hide and go seek in the looking-glass.… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
I'm nihilistic, antagonistic, violent, horrible - but not obliterated, yet. I just refuse to be beaten down. I think it's stubborness that keeps me… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
I would be humiliated if I found out that anything I did actually became a commercial success. — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
“I knew that my trauma, no matter what it was, was not unique. I knew that pain was the universal driving force of so… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
Part of the charm of what I do is the fact that it's completely unrelated to everything that came before. — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
Honesty works against you in the entertainment field. I try to be a journalist and a documentarian, but that doesn't mean that people are… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
The female format is a beautiful one in which to function. Foolhardy as it may be. I change my image all the time, it's… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
Women are denied masturbation even more severely than men and that's another method of control-they're not taught to please themselves… Most women-it takes them… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
The problem with music was always that the sound system often obliterated the words, and words, not music, have always been what I was… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
Living in Barcelona, I have my own little ghetto utopia. There are 3,000 ghost towns in Spain, and I've used the images of them… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
