I want to stay hopeful, even though I get scared about why we're even alive at all.

I already have success. I had it a long time ago. It's nothing to do with my music. Music is secondary, at this point. The good stuff is really good, but I have success because I'm at peace and I'm a good person in my everyday life and that's important.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?

People are really talkative in New York. Someone always comes up to me and says 'Hi' during the day.

Sold my soul long ago, nothing left to choose. I will follow Satan. Dancing in the dark.

God has saved me a million times, so I think He mustve enjoyed my song.

Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.