I May Cry Ruining My Make Up,

People Aren't Honest About The Horrors Of Fame. The Downsides Are So Overwhelming That, For Me, There Is No Payoff.

I Don't Really Even Go Out That Much Now Except To Walk My Dogs, Because I Don't Want To Be Recognised.

I'm 39, And I Would Like To Be Able To Make Great Pop Music For Another 20 Years. And It Feels Like Creating A Sort Of Inanimate Blond Bob And Allowing Other People To Play The Role Of The Pop Singer, It Affords Me A Little Bit More Freedom In Terms Of My Expiration Date.

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'm Sort Of A Gay Man Trapped In A Woman's Body When It Comes To Music Sometimes - It's Crowded In Here!