Life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue.

I believe in the person I want to become.

In New York I pretty much live in diners - I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why.

I'm personally more struck by visual things more than musical.

Feeling like you're respected among the people who do the same thing you do is incredible and necessary.

It’s about a singer who first sneered about my allegedly not authentic style but later she stole and copied it. And now she’s acting like I am the art project and she the true super artist. My God and people actually believe her, she’s successful! I shouldn't continue ranting, it doesn’t get anywhere.