I think it's somewhere in my head, in my travel space, and it just comes out. It's a visual thing that happens unintentionally. People will tell me, "You do realize you just spoke with that accent, right?" And I'll go, "Oh, did I?" So it's not something I think about. As we talk, I have a visual about my speech and it just comes out like that. If that makes any sense!

My father would have been made a bishop much earlier than he was had it not been for me and my image.

I wear my furs all the time. I wear like three different ones in a day.

My mother was a champion high-jumper. My three brothers are basketball players. We've all been very athletic.

I've had more misrepresentations than I can handle, and people have told the wickedest lies about me. A lot of them have taken their frustrations out on me, and I don't like that because it can wound. Not necessarily me, but those around me. Journalists can be so bad.

I just go with the flow, I follow the yellow brick road. I don't know where it's going to lead me, but I follow it.

This is depression, it comes when your blocking. This is expression it comes when you're rocking