The truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.

People at rehab were stealing my hats and pens and notebooks and asking for autographs. I couldn't concentrate on my problem.

The parents are pissed, but the kids love it.

When I say or do something I do it, I don't give a damn what you think, I'm doing this for me.

What are friends? Friends are people you think are your friends but they really your enemies, with secret identities.

I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I'm not ashamed of anything.

I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like.