“I was expecting it to be cynical because I’m like that myself. I wouldn’t want it to be all roses because life isn’t like that.”

I’m my own worst critic, and if I don’t pull off what I think I wanted to do in my head, then I won’t be a happy girl.

You’ve got a degree in philosophy; so you think you’re cleverer than me. But I’m not just some drama queen. Cause it’s where you’re at, not where you’ve been.

I know definitive points in my life and in relationships because of my songs. I write my music so that I’ll never be bored of it.

The dark covers me and I cannot run now.

I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.

I’m much healthier now.

It’s important for me to be with a musician or someone who has a creative mind.

There’s no point in saying anything but the truth.

I’ve never been a boyfriend kind of girl.

I love to live and I live to love.

Sisters come before carpet burns and blisters.

I’d like to be remembered as someone who wasn’t satisfied with just one level of musicianship as someone who was a pioneer.

I never went round to loads of managers saying ‘this is what I have, this is my product and I’m going to be famous so you’d better sign me up.’ They came to me.

I would love to study guitar or trumpet.

I don’t understand, Why do I stress the man, When there’s so many bigger things at hand?

Music was my ultimate ambition but I liked all of it. I wanted to discipline myself in dance and acting too and I’d done all three since I was 9-years-old. I could sing, but I didn’t become a great singer.

Expect the best, Prepare for the worst.

She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?

You are, Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence.

We are all imperfect. We can not expect perfect government.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.

Objects we ardently pursue bring little happiness when gained; most of our pleasures come from unexpected sources.

We are imperfect. We cannot expect perfect government.

I feel terrible for a Palestinian child who dies. But, if it’s your father, your brother or your uncle who was firing those rockets into Israel, whose fault is it really? Do you really expect the Israelis not to retaliate?