“Even when I’m in quite a happy state of mind, I like writing really sad songs. I think a lot of people do.”

I love designer stuff but like it will only be like, on a whim. I love Alexander Wang so much, but it’s expensive.

I like being by the ocean.

Not much shocked me. You know, I worked in a home for Alzheimer’s patients and my dad used to be really into murders and stuff, so I saw dead bodies. It desensitised me to a lot of things.

When you reach a point of no return with someone and you feel there’s going to be no reconciliation, you have to disconnect. I can’t allow myself to be emotionally connected with people like that again, it’s too damaging.

I still don’t know if I can write songs. I don’t think anyone ever knows if they can write songs.

I feel like my songs are very relevant and very meaningful, but I literally have to get rid of the nostalgia for shows because I would just be mess on-stage otherwise.

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.

Have fun, even if it’s not the same kind of fun everyone else is having.

Independnce comes from you knowing who you are and you being happy with yourself.

The happy life is regarded as a life in conformity with virtue.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.