I don't know what everybody else was fantasizing about but what I was fantasizing about was a nine-to-five existence, a house on a tree-lined block with a white picket fence, pink roses in the backyard. [...] After a while you learn that privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

What good are fans? You can't eat applause for breakfast. You can't sleep with it.

Having these colossal accolades and titles, they get in the way.

Just because you like my stuff doesn't mean I owe you anything.

People don't value their obscurity. They don't know what it's like to have it taken away.

With a lot of success comes a lot of negativity.