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

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

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.

These critics with the illusions they've created about artists - it's like idol worship. They only like people when they're on their way up... I cannot be on the way up again.

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

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