I hung out with some crazy desert people. One guy was just walking around with only shorts on - he'd been walking with bare feet for the last two years. He was totally scarred and eating on all fours like a dog.

Driving, for me, means power and freedom. The feeling that I can go anywhere I want at any time is exhilarating.

It's not about being a sex prostitute. It's about this power play in the war of the sexes. It's a rat race, like, "I'm in charge," "No, I'm in charge."

I believe life's too short for compromises and bad fitting jeans

I had to do this album. I tried thinking, "I'm not going to do it." But then I'm sitting there getting all suicidal and depressed, and I just start writing. It's like this inner drive. If I could choose, I would probably be living in the countryside and be fine with that, but I'm not.

It would be amazing if people listened to it when they needed shelter; it would be lovely if they didn't spit on it.

I dove into the craziness and did things that maybe I would think twice about when I get older.