“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.”

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.

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.

Anyone’s happier when they’re not being verbally abused all day long.

Really good things take time to grow. Foundation is not built over night.

Whenever my country has something bad happening I feel guilty for not being there. It’s weird.

At the very worst, if I have a short-lived career, at least I could say I sparked a change – that I inspired some leniency in what people accept in hip-hop. And if I have a very long career and can be gyrating in a leotard at 35, that would be great.

I’d known since about eleven that I wanted to live in America.

I naturally want to be provocative.

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

It’s important to give a better country to your children, but it is more important to give better children to your country.

You need to listen to us, us who cannot vote. You need to vote for us, for your children and grandchildren. What we are doing now can soon no longer be undone.

We’re Children, Teenagers, Women. We aren’t flames, but we have fire in us.

I let my mind wander and it always finds its way back to you. like a sweet-toothed child in search of a cookie jar.

Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.

As a child, I loved playing hide & seek, but now it seems like I’ve been lost for a long, & no one is looking for me.

I was a glittering sea waving at me, like a child smiling in his father’s lap, the waves lapse every time the sea sees the child in me!

When I approach a child he inspires in me two sentiments tenderness for what he is and respect for what he may become.