I didn't always have 14,000 people wanting to hang out with me on a Saturday night.

I still like to live in a whimsical world that seems more romantic and fantasy-related because real life seems so hard

I write songs about what I go through.

You pay for good days by then having bad days. You pay for joy with pain.

I started making choices based on what I wanted, and didn’t feel like I needed to justify them. If I wanted to cut my hair, I did it. If I wanted to move to New York, I did it. If I wanted to take a spontaneous road trip, I did it. At 24 I decided that my life is enough for me, and I stopped looking for some other piece to complete it.

You have celebrities who are pushed to the brink of a public meltdown, and so the public thinks that every person in the public eye has dirty secrets that they're keeping, or isn't what they seem, or is masking it and faking sincerity, faking authenticity, faking being surprised at award shows when you win a Grammy.

Bring on all the pretenders!