“People say my content’s mature, I don’t think it’s mature at all. I’m just a normal 20 year old. I’m opinionated.”

I don’t have emotional needs, only physical ones.

I always try to write a song to work things out with myself and I want to do it with a little punchline at the end, because I never want to remember anything bad in my life.

Cause there’s nothing, there’s nothing you can teach me That I can’t learn from Mr. Hathaway.

Life happens. There is no point in being upset or down about things we can’t control or change.

If you play an instrument, it makes you a better singer. The more you play, the better you sing, the more you sing, the better you play.

No. No. I don’t listen to anyone except my … inner child anyway. If someone had said to me, Amy, lose a stone which they wouldn’t – I don’t think I would have listened anyway.

I love America, it’s a much more permissive place.

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

I always said I never wanted to write about love, but then I went and did that anyway.

When you’re around kids you can be a little kid yourself and pretend that life is magic and you don’t have to be one of those sweaty people going to work every day.

Every bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen.

Life is so much more rewarding if you strive for something, rather than take what’s given to you on a plate.

And as a writer, your self-worth is literally based on the last thing you wrote.

My justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they’re going to do for the next five or ten years. The time they spend thinking about their life, I just spend drinking.

I’m not trying to stay away from being a celebrity, I’m not saying, ‘I’m sooo not famous,’ I’m trying to continue being a musician in a time when everyone is very celebrity-led.

I don’t ever wanna drink again, I just, ooh I just need a friend.

If you practice yoga every day with perseverance, you will be able to face the turmoil of life with steadiness and maturity.

That’s maturity-when you realize that you’ve finally arrived at a state of ignorance as profound as your parents.

When stability becomes a habit, maturity and clarity follow.

When a woman comes to her class, she does not employ her time in making herself look more advantageously what she really is, but endeavours to be as much another creature as she possibly can.

I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.

Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men.

Indeed the measure of our intellectual maturity, one philosopher suggests, is our capacity to feel less and less satisfied with our answers to better problems.

Psychologists call this the maturity principle. My own life experience fits this principle to a T.