Eeew, I’d be a little uncomfortable Googling myself. People sit there – and Google themselves? That’s kind of weird.

I don’t have anything to hide.

The things most people want to know about are usually none of their business.

If there were camera phones back in the day, the biggest athletes in the world would have had a lot of explaining to do.

There’s always been a lot of information about your activities. Every phone number you dial, every credit-card charge you make. It’s long since passed that a typical person doesn’t leave footprints.

I feel like I’m being watched. Always. Like, I want to tan topless somewhere, and I know I probably could never do that. Even if I’m upstairs in my bedroom, and the curtains are pulled, I feel like a paparazzo’s outside on a boat somewhere, or somebody’s peeping.

On the Internet, you think everything is going to be public.

It’s dangerous when people are willing to give up their privacy.

I believe the American people have a genuine and justifiable fear of government intrusion in what they instinctively know is going to be an ever more intrusive world.

Once you’ve lost your privacy, you realize you’ve lost an extremely valuable thing.

When Facebook was getting started, nothing used real identity – everything was anonymous or pseudonymous – and I thought that real identity should play a bigger part than it did.

I believe there is something out there watching us. Unfortunately, it’s the government.

Most of my songs have names of people I’ve met or are dear to me. There are people who have privacy issues and about people knowing about their private life. But for me, I like to include few special names and few details about them to make the song very special to me.

Everybody has a hacking capability. And probably every intelligence service is hacking in the territory of other countries. But who exactly does what? That would be a very sensitive piece of information. But it’s very difficult to communicate about it. Because nobody wants to admit the scope of what they’re doing.