I had a mastectomy in 1998, and then chemo.

My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.

It's like The Mold in Dr. Florey's Coat, about the discovery of penicillin. Out of these strange accidents come huge discoveries. A certain purple bleeds into red and all of a sudden you have something unexpected.

You know, people want to honor me, and on the one hand I just don't want to be a poster child; but on the other, I want to do something classy and great - something where the residuals will go to the cause.

I think that I've got some pretty bad reviews on albums or songs that later proved themselves.

You usually can't tell what's inspiring until you look back on it.

So I suppose this slightly mature fashion sense happened because of what I had.