“Girls talk to each other like men talk to each other. But girls have an eye for detail.”

I don’t listen to a lot of new stuff. I just like the old stuff. It’s all quite dramatic and atmospheric. You’d have an entire story in song. I never listen to, like, white music – I couldn’t sing you a Zeppelin or Floyd song.

I’ve got a crush on my backing singer.

Now I think that going to the gym is the best drug. I go four times a week and it gives me the buzz I need.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

I’m planning my most ambitious tattoo yet. You can never have enough tats.

My husband is everything to me and without him it’s just not the same.

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.

I’ve had everything pierced at some point.

When I was a little kid it was my dream to go to drama school, but it was never something I thought would happen to me. I was a Jewish girl from North London and things like that don’t happen to Jewish girls from North London called Amy Winehouse.

At Age 11, I used to listen to Madonna’s Immaculate Collection every day

I would say that jazz is my own language.

I’ve always had my own style, I’ve always been different. I don’t like to wear anything that anyone else is wearing because it’s very important for me to make a statement.

I do see myself settling down, getting married and having kids. But when I think about a family life in the future there’s rarely a man involved which is kind of weird.

I don’t think I’m such an amazing person who needs to be written about.

Since I was 16, I’ve felt a black cloud hangs over me. Since then, I have taken pills for depression.

I was hit by a car once on my bike, but I still rode home.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary’s eyes, and Mary was blind.

Go forward in life with a twinkle in your eye and a smile on your face, but with great purpose in heart.

When we have for so long been judged by everyone we meet, just to look into the eyes of another who does not judge us can be extraordinarily healing.

In the eyes of government we are just one race here. It is American.

What is behind your eyes holds more power than what is in front of them.

When you lose an election, you don’t blink, you don’t turn away. You look it right in the eye and say, why did we lose?

Her blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through them again to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a word.

Ignorantly is how we all fall in love; for it is a kind of fall. Closing our eyes, we leap from that cliff in hope of a soft landing. Nor is it always soft; but still, without that leap nobody comes to life.