You pick up some fans and a handful of haters along the way.

The only way to deal with critics is to go over their heads direct to the public.

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.

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

Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.