Hand fits giving, so do it, that's what the Gospel said to me. Life fits living, so let your judgments go.

I wanted to know why people follow rules blindly, or why girls had to act a certain way and boys didn't. Why could boys ask girls out and girls not ask guys out? Why did girls have to shave their legs and guys didn't? Why did society, like, set everything up the way they did? My whole adolescence was full of unanswered whys. Because they never got answered, I just kept lighting fires everywhere - metaphorically speaking.

Honestly, I don't read newspapers, magazines, whatever. They're just not part of my lexicon. I don't want to be manipulated, or manipulated about other people's work.

If I have a problem, I want to work it out, right now.

I'm not going to compromise my artistic integrity.

I'll stop doing everything that I do when I don't want to do it anymore.

Sometimes I look back at myself and remember things I used to say, or my hairstyle, and I cringe.