I never thought I was going to be a singer. That was an accident.

I'm not a rock star, I'm a soft person.

I don't take the English press seriously at all because all they want is dirt... I hate them.

We're not perfect; we all have things that people might not like to see, and I like to show my faults.

Even if I sing like a robot, it is still an emotional robot.

I'm too vain, one of my biggest sins, but it saved me; I can see what excess does.

Now when I enter a carriage, it almost empties. But there's always one brave enough to stay.