Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.
The fire in the belly is essential, otherwise you become Michael Buble - famous and meaningless.
I'm dramatically underexposed. I demand more attention!
Bring me the head of Elton John . . . which is one instance in which meat would not be murder, if it were served on a plate.
God, come down, if you're really there - Well, you're the one who claims to care!
Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.