But just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die. You've gotta get up and try, try, try.

When I first appeared, people couldn't figure out whether I was gay, straight, black, white or whatever, and I loved that. I loved the fact it scares people.

I have never really encountered anybody that was rude to me. Well, not to my face anyway.

My mom took all of my behavior personally. Everything I did she thought it was an act of rebellion against her. But it was just me being me.

In my experience the best way to beat depression is to get involved in something inspiring.

If I wasted my time trying to be like everybody else when I was 10 and 11, I wouldn't be me today. So if you are gonna be the future rockstars, the future somebody, whatever you wanna be then you're wasting your time trying to be somebody else, because you'll never get to you.

I want art to make me think. In order to do that, it may piss me off, or make me uncomfortable. That promotes awareness and change, or at least some discussion.