I only know how to do me, so that's just what I'm going to do.

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

I mainly let my imagination be my reality. Fantasy is my reality.

I think America is amazing for its landscape and its history. California is beautiful, New York is beautiful, but when you're a gypsy at heart, it probably suits you to be traveling.

I have a personal ambition to live my life honestly and honor the true love that I've had and also the people I've had around me.

Love is strange, sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.

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.