I'm a closet Backstreet Boys fan. They're very sweet

I pull you from your tower, take away your pain. Show you all the beauty you possess, if you only let yourself believe.

The more we take, the less we become.

You take me in, no questions asked. You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel?

We try to create this interesting appearance to make ourselves feel better about ourselves.

I was raised with a mother who told me that I wouldn't succeed, that I wasn't good enough. Even at the pinnacle of my success, she'd come to a show, and there'd be, like, 10,000 people screaming. And she'd say, "I just don't get it." I think she had so little faith in herself and her abilities as a parent that she couldn't imagine any offspring of hers could do so well. And all that did was drive me to push back. If someone says, "You can't do this," I'm like, "F-ck you! Oh, yes I can, and I will."

I've never done heroin, but I totally understood what would drive people to that distraction-to need that so much.