Music was like my first real toy. I was an only child for a while, and I was alone a lot of the time - and I liked it. I still like being alone.

I sacrificed my anonymity for my father, whereas he sacrificed me for his fame.

Love, anger, depression, joy and dreams. ...And Zeppelin. Totally.

I'm convinced I got signed because of who I am. And it makes me sad.

And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.

I want to be ripped apart by music.

There's no time for hatred, only questions. Where is love? Where is happiness? What is life? Where is peace?