You can call me a fat, balding, talentless old queen who can't sing, but you can't tell lies about me.

Nothing anybody's said or written about me ever bothers me, except when it does.

It is the same with those who criticize. They desire our blood not our pain. But still I must achieve I must seek truth in all things. I must endure for the power I was sent forth, for the world for the children. But have mercy, for I've been bleeding a long time now.

Certainly I'm not going to sit on the Internet all day and read what Sam from Iowa is saying about me. But I'm a sponge. I've always been a sponge.

It destroys the soul to hear that you're all hype, that you have no talent, and that your whole career has been contrived.

People want to tear me down, they were going to knife me anyway.