I hate being called a pop star. I hate that.
Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.
My mother died when I was five, and all I did was sit and cry. I cried and cried and cried all day, until the neighbors went away.
I could bring you so much pleasure, erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body.
Fame gets you in the door but it doesn't keep you in the room.
I didn't really give a sh** what's going on in the rest of the world. I just didn't. I just wanted to focus on me, me, me, my career, my life, just me - blinders.