I don't want to force my vibe on anyone, but you've got to learn to love yourself, as opposed to being in love with yourself.
The experiences and feelings I have are starting to outweigh the words available to explain them.
I've been privy to certain experiences which have allowed me to realize how fleeting time is, in any case, and how ultimately not important this is. 'This' being the things perhaps we trip on in life.
I know that some people view me as a bit manufactured. But I can't be Whitney Houston: somebody who is polite and perfect and appeals to your mother and your grandfather.
I came around at a time when myself, Michael Jackson, Prince, Madonna and George Michael, we were considered kind of dangerous.
I don't want to be just the latest curiosity.
Everybody wants to go to heaven but very few people are willing to die.
I just happened to be in Paris during one of the fashion weeks and was out one night at a table with a few supermodels. I was sitting next to Michael Hutchence of INXS and at one point I turned to him and said, 'I feel like the meat in a supermodel sandwich.'
The system is very well regulated in L.A. It's designed to disconnect you from whatever your idea of yourself is. If you're among devils and they realise you're not a devil like they are, there's gonna be some great discomfort.
My 12 years in Los Angeles were hell! But I was sent to study hell and to learn as much from it as I could because there is no other place like hell for a full and complete education.
One thing about Italians is you can't let them in your head. They're inquisitive. The English and Germans are a dog tribe; the Italians are cats. They're very helpful, but it's in their own rhythm, their own way, and it can drive you crazy.