My life is not a game that I play to entertain you.

Fame gets you in the door but it doesn't keep you in the room.

My father was very strict with me, and I kept seeing a disparity between their freedom and my lack of it, or how I had all the responsibilities and they had none. And the Catholic Church, all of the rules, and why did I have to wear a dress when they could wear pants? I would say to my dad: 'Will Jesus love me less if I wear pants? Am I going to hell?'

I'm liking the idea more and more of just standing up with a microphone and talking.

I was thinking about dying the other day the death thought came while I was sitting on the toilet peeing - that's where I have my most contemplative thoughts.

Looking at my life, it's very clear to me, I lived so selfishly.

Everything looks true written down. What you read in National Enquirer and News Of The World looks true written down.