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

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.

Cause I’m a musician, I’m not really good at posing and being a model, like, modeling.

I know I’m talented, but I wasn’t put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family.

I’m romantic. I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations. The other day, I saw a tramp polishing his shoes. That just gripped my heart.

I’m a young woman and I’m going to write about what I know.

If you don’t throw yourself into something, you’ll never know what you could have had.

Masculine anger is always because you are feeling constrained, trapped by life. Feminine anger is always because you are feeling unloved.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I’ve been closer to him for that reason.

Nothing appeases an enraged elephant so much as the sight of a little lamb.

In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.

Spiritual practice is the capacity to offer your love even when you feel hurt, closed down, tense, angry, misunderstood, or hated.

Let the enemy rage at the gate; let him knock, pound, scream, howl; let him do his worst. We know for certain that he cannot enter our soul except by the door of our consent.

If, when stung by slander or ill-nature, we wax proud and swell with anger, it is a proof that our gentleness and humility are unreal, and mere artificial show.