I miss New York. I still love how people talk to you on the street - just assault you and tell you what they think of your jacket.

Fame is a form of misunderstanding.

I hate polite conversation. I hate it when people stand around and go, "Hi, how are you?" I hate words that don't have any reason or meaning. Also I hate it when people smoke in elevators and closed in places. It's just so rude.

Don’t just stand there, let’s get to it, Strike a pose, there’s nothing to it...

People have no morals, I swear to God. The things that people do for ratings! It's unforgivable.

When my world seems to crumble all around, and foolish people try to bring me down, I just think of your smile face, and I'm flying.

Power is being told you're not loved and not being destroyed by it.