I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I ride, I just ride.
I lost my reputation, I forgot my truth. But I have my beauty and I have my youth.
I regret trusting The Guardian. I didn't want to do an interview, but the journalist was persistent. [The writer] was masked as a fan, but was hiding sinister ambitions and angles. Maybe he's actually the boring one looking for something interesting to write about.
I'm not like a persona. I'm not a caricature of myself.
Nothing I ever wrote had a message. It was just my own personal experience.
When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn't believe that we were mortal.