Fame Made Me Develop A Panic Disorder.

I'm Really Visually Stimulated More Than Anything. I Don't Really Listen To Music. I'm More Into Watching Telly Or Watching Movies And Visual Art.

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.

There Are Probably Five Songs In The World That I Get Excited About When I Hear Them On The Radio.

I May Cry Ruining My Make Up, Wash Away All Things You've Taken.. I Don't Care If I Don't Look Pretty, Big Girls Cry When Their Hearts Are Breaking.

When People Say, "show Your Face, You're Not Ugly." I Want To Say, "i Know. I'm Not Doing It Because I Think I'm Ugly; I'm Trying To Have Some Control Over My Image. And I'm Allowed To Maintain Some Modicum Of Privacy. But Also I'd Like Not To Be Picked Apart Or For People To Observe When I Put On Ten Pounds Or I Have A Hair Extension Out Of Place." Most People Don't Have To Be Under That Pressure, And I'd Like To Be One Of Them. I Don't Go On Twitter. Because When People Say Things Like, I Don't Know, "i Hope You Get Cancer And Die," It Hurts My Feelings.