We get a little further from perfection each year. I think that's called character. I think that's just how it goes.

The way I play guitar is very, very hard and I bloody myself incredibly without the tape. And the nails are my picks.

Some people's minds we're not going to change. But if we can't, we need to bring more positive voices into the discussion.

Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.

I just hope it was okay, I know it wasn't perfect, I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it.

I use my dress to wipe up my drink, I care less and less what people think.