The artist must be a translator of the invisible.

I’m not here to compete, I’m here to dominate.

I want to be a teacher for my fans and show them that you can fail and still be magical.

Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.