I'm rich, freakin' rich. It's crazy.

It's almost like it's my alter ego when I get on stage... I turn into this different person, seriously. Bipolar disorder. I'm tired of everybody touching me and things being plugged into my head.

My prerogative right now is to just chill and let all the other overexposed blondes on the cover of Us Weekly (magazine) be your entertainment.

I know not everyone will like me, but this is who I am so if you don't like it, tough!

Media over here, coming to ya like a world premiere. Trench coat and my underwear, let's go with this freak show.

Saying no is so heartbreaking.

It all boils down to the music. That's what causes longevity.