It isn’t hard to find a person whom I could fall in love with, to give her romance. But it’s hard to find such a person who would understand your view on life, accept who you really are and would truly care for you.

But what's real? You can't find the truth. You just pick the lie you like best. As long as you know that everything's a lie, you can't hurt yourself.

I'm so famous, people expect me to sell as many records as Celine Dion or Puff Daddy.

You cannot sedate all the things you hate.

I have mood poisoning. Must be something I hate.

I was never afriad of what was under the bed. I wanted it but never got it. I became it.

I care about the people I know and love the most, but I also care about what the people I don't know think in the sense that I want them to think and understand me in a certain way. I don't base my life around either one, and I don't change the way I live to please either set of people, but I do care.