When you first get money, you buy all these things so no one thinks you're mean, and you spread it around. You get a chauffeur and you find yourself thrown around the back of this car and you think, I was happier when I had my own little car! I could drive myself!

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.

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

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

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.