For me, the best times are always going to be the most intense, the ones with the highest highs and the lowest lows.

Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.

Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.

I only write when I'm angry or sad, so because that's when I just have to write... If I'm having a good time and I'm happy and things are going really well, why would I want to stop what I'm doing to go and write at the piano?

I caved in to what people wanted me to do. I thought that they weren't going to like me if I didn't.

I never went to concerts when I was a kid, so I never knew if what I was doing onstage was right.

I resent limitations. I'm going to be this way for a while, and then the funny side of me is going to come out. Slowly, people are going to realize they're seeing a completely honest evolution of human life.