Some artists are working to buy the mansion or whatever the element of fame must bear, but I spend all my money on my show.

The world looks with some awe upon a man who appears unconcernedly indifferent to home, money, comfort, rank, or even power and fame. The world feels not without a certain apprehension, that here is some one outside its jurisdiction; someone before whom its allurements may be spread in vain; some one strangely enfranchised, untamed, untrammelled by convention, moving independent of the ordinary currents of human action.

In the book of Gaga, fame is in your heart, fame is there to comfort you, to bring you self-confidence and worth whenever you need it.

Because parents have power over children. They feel they have to do what their parents say, but the love of money is the root of all evil, and this is a sweet child. And to see him turn like this, this isn't him. This is not him.

I'm not one icon. I'm every icon. I'm an icon that is made out of all the colors on the palette at every time.

I'm already crazy. I'm a fearless person. I think it creeps up on you. I don't think it can be stopped. If my destiny is to lose my mind because of fame, then that's my destiny. But my passion still means more than anything.