“I definitely write about a lot of dreamy, surreal stuff. I do end up going to a surreal world with my music, but I also like the idea of there being really real stuff as well.”

I tend to write things and review it afterwards and realise what comes out. I very rarely ever write something and have to take it back.

I love pink – pink’s my favourite. I hardly ever – weirdly – wear it, but I love the colour pink.

I think I’d like to be best friends with Björk, because I’d like to pick her brain a lot all the time and just have weird times together.

I take inspiration from everything around me, also relationships and friends. And the inside of my crazy head.

I feel quite proud to be an ambassador for women who realize that being fit is better than being skinny.

I like the idea about somewhere there being a world… somewhere there’s a world that I don’t know about. But also, that somewhere, there was once something that disappeared.

My fans are so funny, they make me laugh so much. I’ve got some really, really, funny, clever fans.

My mum was too busy raising four of us to encourage my hopes. But I’m glad I had the upbringing I did. It made me a worrier and a thoughtful, curious person.

The only really safe thing to do is to write a diary of where you’ve been, what time you went to bed, what you ate. If I wrote honestly about everything I think it’d be a disaster. It would cause a lot of trouble.

I could always sing, from a really young age, but my voice was really weird. I used to make my mum turn up the radio every day in our house. She was well into music so I got that from her.

I feel like my figure is a challenge because I’m quite flat chested but I’ve got a booty so I’ve got to look for the right things.

I guess I’m just quite observant and I pay attention to a lot of things. Human behavior really fascinates me.

My soul is to sell. The dark is too hard to beat ’cause they’re calling me.

I’ve just become quite fixated on the idea of calmness and peacefulness somewhere, someday.

I’ve never wanted to be a star, I never wanted to be a famous person or anything like that, and I think my fans know that as well.

I can fall in love in a simple way, but I can dissect it in such an intense fashion when it ends.

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.

Let your thoughts be related to what to want in life. They are the seeds, and your dream is the fruit.

Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

For the demise of the Latin monarch, he who will reign with help and support will burn a brilliant fire. The Republic’s booty divided and its bold dream disappeared.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

While he lives, he must think; while he thinks, he must dream.

The cinema has no boundary; it is a ribbon of dream.

When you stroll through Munich it can happen that you suddenly stand in front of an old house, an idyllically-dreaming church that smiles like a friendly anachronism into our modern time.