I've paid the price; I definitely have a reputation that precedes me, and there is a camp that plots my demise. But then again... it's funner that way.

I personally don’t have the ability to lie about my life, for better or for worse.

It's about how whenever I fall in love, I have these expectations of the experience being a perfect dream, which, of course, ruins it. I imagine cradling my lover's head in my lap in a cab in the middle of the night, and drinking champagne in an elegant hotel suite. But life's rarely like that, and I usually end up walking home by myself in the rain.

I love being not cool.

One of the main destructive forces within our family has been these runaway egos. I think if you look at any show business family, that struggle exists.

Madonna created a monster that sucks up souls.

I've always gravitated towards opera, and the Royal Opera House is quite possibly the greatest opera house on earth.