“Tired of people telling me how I should have a fucking body. What I should wear on it. How I should act with it. What I should fucking shave off of it.”

I just want to write fun, interesting music that pushes boundaries and is still true to myself. I want people to feel something.

My boyfriend and I like to fight a lot. I have a lot of problems. He has a lot of problems. Somehow, we always work them out and find a way back to each other.

I definitely always thought of myself as a songwriter before a singer.

My sister was the singer, and I always had the mentality there could only be one in the family.

I just remember really loving words and writing about anything I could, and the way I’d remember things, like my library card number, was to make a melody.

If I get writer’s block – this is going to sound funny – I take a shower. Something about the water feels like I’m cleaning my brain as well as my body.

I just wanted to write the songs. I never wanted to sing them.

I think artists are aware that talking gives a songwriter so much material. If they just tell us what’s happening, it’s so much easier for us to write a song that’s specific to them.

I would give anything to hold your hands like this again.

We could be history in the making.

Still finding silly string in weird places.

I write songs for myself, but I never keep them. I’m like, ‘O.K., that was my therapy – it’s out of my body now. I’m going to give it to somebody else so it can be their therapy, too.’

Women often don’t want to be typecast as the girl that’s sad.

There is so much power in vulnerability, and I am proud to be that typecast.

It’s ingrained in people’s minds that it’s a typecast and a stereotype that women are just emotional and crazy.

Plantin’ lemon trees since I was twenty-three

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have to convince half the world’s population that my body is not their bed.

Other women’s bodies are not our battle grounds.

I’ll put an end to the idea that a woman’s body belongs to her. Nazi ideals demand that the practice of abortion shall be exterminated with a strong hand.

Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.

The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body.

Feeling, the strength of the roots beneath my body I stand here planted in the soil of all that came before me and all that will follow.

Bodies are real entities. Surfaces and lines are but fictitious entities. A surface without depth, a line without thickness, was never seen by any man; no; nor can any conception be seriously formed of its existence.

If only were my skin like art shining against the mould, if only my body were a canvas brave if only.