I wanted to reject it all because I was sick of being perfect. I was so bored with normality and dreams of poster boys and tabloid covers.

I abhor the idea of a perfect world. It would bore me to tears.

Normality is only what you make of it — what you think it is, what you find in it.

I am the American Dream. When I bleed, it’s awfully red, and when I bruise, it’s bluer than the heavens, and I promise you’ll get lost somewhere in the whiteness of my smile.

People admire my confidence, but they never see me when I'm alone. That's when I'm the most raw because I'm not trying to sell myself to anybody.

Perfection is our goal, excellence will be tolerated.