No one loves the real me inside. They're all in love with my fame, my stardom.

My fans are who I am. You give meaning to my life. You will never know the connection I feel to you.

All my life affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.

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.

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.