I pass times, I pass silences, formless worlds pass me by.
She is sloppy, careless, and have many flaws here and there, but she is so honest and innocent like she's still a kid.
Sometimes you don't know why you're doing something. You're intuitively following, to see where it leads.
Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.
The public doesn't believe [press] anymore. Maybe I had something to do with that, I don't know. But they don't believe you.
People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.