Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

Tonight love and hate met in St. Louis. And love outnumbered the hate, in poetic thousands. Hate left. But love stayed. + Together, we sang.

Fame and success have brought me everything, except a loving, on-going relationship. I seem to eat people up and destroy them no matter how hard I try to make things work. Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming with fear because I'm so alone. That's why I go out looking for someone who will love me, even if it's just for a one-night stand.

Real love still happens sometimes. It's not just something we make up when you're nine. I have to believe that. You do too.

I truly love my fans. Truly, truly from the heart. That's the real truth. I love them.

Real love is always painful and hurts: then it is real and pure.