I feel like role models today are not meant to be put on a pedestal. But more like angels with broken wings.

I feel close to Marvin Gaye, Vincent van Gogh, because nobody appreciated his work until he was dead. Now it's worth millions.

If that's what the court can do, then punish me more then I've been punished already.

In my brain all I think about is fame.

Can you imagine what it's like for you to be who I am, who I was, and for them to say that I raped a woman? And for the whole world to actually be entertaining the thought that you raped a woman. That's hell.

Don't cry through your dispair.

It takes skill to be real. Time to heal each other