As soon as the first person wrote about me, the articles became just blatant, all-out lies. I consider it slander. If I cared more, I'd kill them.

I found it hard to make friends in school, because I was a cerebral person.

I wish I could escape into some alter-ego, just so I could feel more comfortable onstage.

It's more about, when I found someone that made me feel really happy, that was so different to the way I'd felt before in my life.

when your happiness is someone else's happiness, that is love

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

Me and God we don't get along.