My husband used to shout at my mother, 'What is wrong with your daughter? I'm married to a man.' — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
I'm not as impatient as I used to be. I used to hit people if I didn't like what they were saying.… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
I like dressing like a guy. I love it. When I was modeling I used to do pictures where I would dress… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
My brother used to get beaten up all the time because he was very effeminate. — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
Human beings should stick together. Honestly, if I see a red-haired person with blue eyes now, I say, 'Is your granny black?' — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
My dad's family were political and he was always a theatrical creature, whereas my mum is really musical and her father was the touring… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
That's what they do in Argentina. Have a little wine and talk. Then have some coffee and talk. Then, go back to the wine. — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
Survival is my primary instinct...it's out of my control. It's stronger than me. It's an outside force, a voice that says 'do this for… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
This is depression, it comes when your blocking. This is expression it comes when you're rocking — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
Growing up in Jamaica, the Pentecostal church wasn't that fiery thing you might think. It was very British, very proper. Hymns. No dancing. Very… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
I've had more misrepresentations than I can handle, and people have told the wickedest lies about me. A lot of them have taken their… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
There're lots of musicians in my family, too. My mother sings incredibly well. I've got to make a record with my mother's voice on… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
They used to call me Firefly when I was a little girl, and I always tried to figure out why I was being called… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
“I can't run out of different ideas. I am different. When can I run out of me?” — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
I just go with the flow, I follow the yellow brick road. I don't know where it's going to lead me, but I follow… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
