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

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

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

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 excited to be home, not wear makeup, and wear onesies.

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.

Religion is simply an ideal. It is an ideal force that tends to free the human being from material bonds.

The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend.

We’ll be friends until forever, just you wait and see.

His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

The language of Friendship is not words, but meanings.

In all our contacts it is probably the sense of being really needed and wanted which gives us the greatest satisfaction and creates the most lasting bond.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.