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.

Love to be real, it must cost, it must hurt, it must empty us of self.

I just don't know how to deal with so many people giving me that much affection. I never had that in my life.