I was a different person before I started to write. When I realized I could be a songwriter and that people would listen - that was when I started feeling good in my life.

Act as young as you feel. You're not getting older; you're getting more entitled to be your fabulous self.

Sometimes you have to sacrifice your performance for high heels.

I wanted so badly to have a backup plan for when I'm not performing anymore. Let's be realistic: it's not going to be like this forever.

After you make a fool of yourself a few hundred times, you learn what works.

Life is short and you've got to get the most out of it.

Love is when you have a bad day but then you see the one you love and everything seems to be ok

Never say never. In your life you never know what's going to happen next.

No one can force me to do something unless I'm passionate about it.

I think I've been able to fool a lot of people because I know I'm a dork. I'm a geek.

My songs are basically my diaries. Some of my best songwriting has come out of time when I've been going through a personal nightmare.

You will need an evidence to show the world that you didn’t waste your time here on earth.

Different men seek after happiness in different ways and by different means and so make for themselves different modes of life.

There is some consolation in the fact that even though your dreams don't come true neither do your nightmares.

Find one correct answer and let the rest disappear.

Get thee behind me Satan, and push me along. I'm kin to the devil.

They do not signify, these landscapes of the mind, with their shocking instants of awareness. They merely resonate, like the chemistry of lovers, throughout our solitary lives

We will embrace you in uniform today, we will embrace you without uniform tomorrow.

Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this.

In countries where there are real civil wars, people go through a lot, and we should be willing to go through a lot to help them.

Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?