“My favorite thing about being famous… it’s not really as big of a deal as everybody says it is. Being on the road is tough, doing interviews, and all the stuff. It’s still pretty tough.”

Music is something that always lifts my spirits and makes me happy, and when I make music I always hope it will have the same effect on whoever listens to it.

I want to be a real artist to consumers. I want to be the real thing for them.

I’ve had my run in with trouble. Fortunately, you know, one slap on the hand is usually the last time for me… I learned my lesson.

There’s not a day that I don’t work on vocals, have vocal coaches, go to acting classes, read books.

I was singing in a mall, and I picked a girl to come up onstage with me. As I was grabbing her hand, I fell off the stage. It felt like I was in the air forever, flying like Superman.

Try to bring me down, but you will never succeed because I’m always moving upward. Maybe not before, but now … I am.

Having a dream, living that dream, losing that dream, dreaming again and then having that dream come true again is one of the greatest feelings ever because I`m stronger.

My career is my girlfriend.

I write about my feelings, things that happen in my life and experiences.

The main thing in life is not to be afraid of being human.

I would forgive my mom, but she’s going to have to admit she did some things that were wrong.

I appreciate what I have a lot more than I did when I was younger.

Animals play a big part in my life, on tour or at home.

I’m always studying my craft because I want to be the best at what I do.

When I was 6 years old, I was in a rock band that was horrible called ‘Dead End.’ The name kind of described us. People liked us; we would go and perform at coffee houses and stuff.

I feel betrayed by own mother.

A famous bon mot asserts that opinions are like arse-holes, in that everyone has one.

I was the Justin Bieber of the ’70s. Really, I was.

Good people are always so sure they’re right.

When in doubt, start from the top. -Jason Grace

Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.

He is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water.

I had a romantic feeling about how these people became famous.

I awoke one day to find myself famous.