I'm obviously not a rapper, and I don't have any claims to be one, really.
I've grown up a lot, I'm on my own, and I've learned some valuable life lessons.
I can't handle the paparazzi. They're everywhere. One of them was in a dumpster trying to take my photo the other day. It was crazy!
Honesty is most important, and it's difficult when you're young and single and sort of figuring out your own life.
It's weird, but I don't feel like think I deserve any of the attention. There's really nothing but one audition for a Disney Channel movie that separates me from 2,000 other brown-haired, blue-eyed guys in L. A. , you know?
The more attention you give to the paparazzi, the more it just, like, validates everything. . .
I'd love to take a year off and travel the world under the radar. I would love to do it really low key. I wouldn't need to stay in fancy hotels or anything; I just want to explore - but I don't know how I'd do it. Would I shave my head to try and go incognito? Ha ha! I'm not telling.
I'm a great housekeeper. I get divorced. I keep the house.
The slow rhythm of the body, the insistent rhythm of the wit, were they becoming irreconcilable in modern civilisation? The sedentary life, frustration and irritability; work with the body, fatigue - and peace of mind.
Do you prefer that you be right or happy?
Do not let the artificial obliterate the natural; do not let will obliterate destiny; do not let virtue be sacrificed to fame.