Money? How did I lose it? I never did lose it. I just never knew where it went.

I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.

My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.

I've always wanted to sing, just as I've always known that one day I would have my own niche in the annals of song. It was a feeling I had.

I don't want to die an old lady.

I want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.