“I’m excited to be home, not wear makeup, and wear onesies.”

I don’t really listen to any of the gossip.

I’ve always written songs for the sake of my own sanity and expression.

It’s more than Fifth Harmony, the girl group – it’s a sisterhood.

At the end of the day nobody’s perfect and everybody’s weird whether they embrace it or not.

The whole point of music is being able to share your story.

Whether or not someone sexualizes you for wearing an outfit, that’s their problem and not yours.

I’ve been songwriting for a long time, usually while on the road, as a way to get my feelings out.

I’ve always written songs that were confessional, acoustic, wordy – my writing style matches my personality. The music always has to match the mouth it comes out of.

My general thing is, if you feel cute in your outfit, then your outfit is cute.

In the music industry, there’s often a lot of egos and people aren’t always very supportive, but we cheer each other on and we push each other to be better.

I like to know that when I’m 90 years old, I’m going to be able to look at a song or poem I wrote and say, “Wow! I remember I was so crazy about this person,” or “I remember what that day felt like.”

It’s okay not to be perfect. Your imperfections are what make you YOU. And at the end of the day, people like real people, flaws and all. At least I do.

Take a deep breath, listen to your favorite song and realize everything is gonna be okay, nothing is permanent.

There’s no freedom like the freedom that comes from accepting yourself.

There’s this quote that says “friendship isn’t how long you’ve known someone, but who walked into your life, said ‘I’m here for you’ and proved it.”

I’m listening to a lot of John Mayer again. I stopped listening to emotional music because I was in a really emotional place in my life.

It’s hard not to be sexy in a pair of high heels.

It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.

Teaching is, after all, a form of show business.

Whatever is underneath all the drag, it actually doesn’t really matter. It kind of just matters, are you a great entertainer? And are you nice to work with? Are you good at your job?

Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard? Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

Imagine how weird phones would look if your mouth was nowhere near your ears.

On the other hand, you have different fingers.

It’s scary to imagine yourself failing. But I do know that in Bollywood, every Friday changes your destiny, and unfortunately, every Friday also changes the way people look at you.