When I was 10, my parents really valued success in the arts, and I thought if I was a famous 'something artistic,' that they would love me more.

A lot of people come up to me expecting to meet the person they have seen perform. It's not going to happen, unless my mania, my stage person, responds to them and not the real me.

I hope I am a psychotherapist's dream. I've spent enough hours in therapy.

Fame made me develop a panic disorder.

I guess I felt straight when I was allowed to get married. Now I feel queerer because I'm not. It's the only thing that's changed. I wouldn't measure it in icon status or how much my demographic has changed, but in the rage I feel, and being not equal.

There's time limits on how long people's attention spans will work. There's six weeks in each territory that you're really famous, then you, thank god, disappear again.

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart.