“Luxury lives in the finer details. It’s a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It’s a mint on your pillow before bed.”

I love musk oil. There’s something about musk that makes it memorable without being overpowering.

No one can break me down. I know my worth and its a beautiful thing.

Once you go great, you never go good..You never go back, even if you could.

T.I.’s my mentor; he’s a really close friend of mine. I call him my brother like we talk on the phone all the time. He’s helped me with my career.

Being talked about like a package – I feel like that all the time.

Not every artist is a role model.

For me, visuals are as important as the music. I just love escapism and giving people something to escape to. To me, that’s what art is.

Pledge allegiance to the struggle.

I’m irrational about all things creative and I’m always late!

Women in music have the bigger balls anyhow we endure much more harassment and critic.

First things first, I’m da realest.

My real name is Amethyst. It sounds like a stage name. My mom is kind of crazy.

As a child, I remember my dad would sometimes drive me into town with him to play pinball machines together. It’s a bittersweet memory but also a favorite.

I love purple because my name is Amethyst.

I found it to be kind of ironic, because I’m white, therefore I’m appropriating culture, but then Eminem won it – who’s white and won it many times – and they didn’t seem to say anything about that. I suspect it was just because they dislike me.

I think that music is still art, even if it’s commercialised.

I want you to be the one I stay in bed with on sunday morning, and never want to leave.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

Push me on the bed and come over me. Let me pull down your pants and press my mouth onto your naked peak. Let me taste the lava that flows out of your volcano.

I want a love that shouts from the rooftops holds me close in bed, wants to show me off and will forever hold my hand.

Help! Mom! There Are Liberals Under My Bed’ is the title of the book.

I am willing to go to bed each night at peace with myself.

I am willing to go to bed each night at peace with myself.