“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.’”

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

People are going to assume whatever they want to assume.

Hula-hooping. It makes me feel free. My stepsister introduced me to it. I used to have panic attacks all the time, and she hula-hooped to cope with her own anxiety.

Stylistically, things are becoming cooler. People are trying different things and combining genres.

I think that women are afraid to be vulnerable because they think it makes them look weak.

Working with new people can be really hard and nerve-wracking. When you don’t know the person, it’s like being on a blind date.

I have, like, sensory overload problems.

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.

People are always going to have something to say about you or your body. They will always try to attack you when you’re feeling the most happy or the most yourself you’ve ever been.

My favorite food is hot Cheetos. I could eat those every day.

I do love all types of music. I could be in a session for eight hours, and when I leave, I’ll instinctively go to the radio or put on my favourite songs.

An artist could have a really big relationship, and then they break up, and any song after that, people are automatically going to assume that that song is about that person.

Orange magic in your eyes, on my mind

I’ve always been a writer. I’ve always loved words, ever since I was a kid.

For the first three years, when I was writing, I was doing sessions with a whole bunch of different people all the time every day until I met Lindy Robbins, who kind of mentored me. And then, once you find that, all the pieces come together.

Beautification of the soul over decoration of the body.

Beg me to fill your body with my dangerous seed.

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?

Nothing is entitled to her skin but her flesh and bones.

They may kill me, but they cannot kill my ideas. They can crush my body, but they will not be able to crush my spirit.

I’ve still got both kidneys, but one doesn’t work, so I have to be careful not to drink too much, even water, and I have to keep myself as healthy as possible.

I just try to keep healthy more so than trying to be thin.

Medicine considers the human body as to the means by which it is cured and by which it is driven away from health.