“Sometimes I wish I was a beautiful machine so I could resist your kiss and not cry when you’re mean.”

I believe in free love and that’s just how I feel.

People have offered me opportunities in exchange for sleeping with them. But it’s not 1952 anymore.

When you get real big baby, remember that little old cowgirl. Waiting for you back in that red river valley.

I pretend I’m not hurt, I walk about the world like I’m having fun.

No matter how many people give me advice, I am going to do what my heart tells me to do.

I know now that it’s really important to feel beautiful. There is a power to that.

Bad things happen everyday but you’re not going to be any happier thinking about them.

Find someone who has a life that you want and figure out how they got it. Read books, pick your role models wisely. Find out what they did and do it.

Initially the fashion world was more interested in me than the music world, which was strange when I first started singing.

Do you know how expensive it is to look this cheap?

Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

Nobody gets to tell your story.

I’ve been really blessed to have a lot of romance in my life. It’s like my last luxury.

Einstein said ‘your imagination is more important than intelligence,’ and I have a very, very big imagination.

I was a mess. I totally wanted to kill myself every day.

All of the pain she had endured only makes her beauty shine through more.

I couldn’t care less how much money a person has, or what their job title is. Show me a person who seeks out the beauty in a wreckage; who’ll take the remnants of their troubles and stitch a sail from the tatters.

A song should have all the color and beauty of every rose.

We’re all like detectives. We want to figure things out. Life, you know, we want to figure out life, and we want to figure out what’s going on, so it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful that people are thinking.

Not going to give casual worship to a God of extravagant beauty and grace!

The more unknowable the mystery, the more beautiful it is.

I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.

We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.