“All the good girls go to hell.”

I go through a lot of depression, and I know other people do, too, but I have an outlet that so many people don’t.

If I love you was a promise, would you break it if you’re honest?

What inspires me about rap is that it’s written in an almost poetic way. I just think it’s so cool.

I don’t belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name.

I Love Fashion.

I’m only good at being bad.

When I do have free time, I spend it with friends, or I spend it at home writing or making something.

I’m not going to say I’m cool, because I don’t really feel that. I just don’t care at all, and I guess that’s what people think is cool.

You have to have trust in someone you’re working with; otherwise, you’re not gonna come out with something that’s really you.

I keep my mind on my money & my time.

I like to be in control of how I look and how I feel and how I act.

I’ve always liked being busy. If I have nothing to do for a week, it just makes me mad.

I don’t think a song should be put in a category.

I never thought a career as a musician was possible.

The way that I want people to dress is very specific.

When I was four, I wrote a song about falling into a black hole.

Women and girls face a whole host of issues. We start with health, so we work very deeply on maternal deaths, making sure that a mom doesn’t die in childbirth, making sure that she has access, for instance, to AIDS medication.

Boys with skeletons in their closets – they make skeletons out of girls.

Not every girl who wears makeup feels like, ‘Oh, I’m so ugly without it.’ I wear makeup because it’s fun to put on, and I feel pretty with it on.

It’s okay, girl, we’ll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We’re fallen angels who didn’t believe that nothing means nothing.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

Pretty girls make graves.