Fame Made Me Develop A Panic Disorder.

I Think It Would Be Very Difficult To Maintain One Kind Of Art Or Whatever For Your Whole Life. I Think It's Unrealistic.

I Was Born Pretty Lucky, An Aryan Australian, Friendly Girl, That Gives You A Lot Of Advantages In The World. I Was Unaware Of People's Fights Or Struggles For Equality. I Was Really Naive.

I'm 39, And I Would Like To Be Able To Make Great Pop Music For Another 20 Years. And It Feels Like Creating A Sort Of Inanimate Blond Bob And Allowing Other People To Play The Role Of The Pop Singer, It Affords Me A Little Bit More Freedom In Terms Of My Expiration Date.

I've Got Thick Skin And An Elastic Heart.

When People Say, "show Your Face, You're Not Ugly." I Want To Say, "i Know. I'm Not Doing It Because I Think I'm Ugly; I'm Trying To Have Some Control Over My Image. And I'm Allowed To Maintain Some Modicum Of Privacy. But Also I'd Like Not To Be Picked Apart Or For People To Observe When I Put On Ten Pounds Or I Have A Hair Extension Out Of Place." Most People Don't Have To Be Under That Pressure, And I'd Like To Be One Of Them. I Don't Go On Twitter. Because When People Say Things Like, I Don't Know, "i Hope You Get Cancer And Die," It Hurts My Feelings.