I know people said I wasn't selling out in America, but that was entirely untrue. We sold out all over the world, and every night I looked out into the fans and those front rows that you're talking about, the tears, the honesty, the inability to not be completely overjoyed because they felt accepted.

I was called really horrible, profane names very loudly in front of huge crowds of people, and my schoolwork suffered at one point.

No press, no television. If my mom calls and says, 'Did you hear about?' I don't want to know nothing about anything that is going on in relation to music. I shut it all off.

Be brave and celebrate with us your 'perceived flaws,' as society tells us. May we make our flaws famous, and thus redefine the heinous.

Never bully anyone because Karma has everyone’s address and a motherf**king stamp!

You have to be unique, and different, and shine in your own way.

Fame is ultimately about the cycles of desire and how to do away with them or manage them well.