“When we are making a song for Billie I want it to resonate and speak the truth with her and want it to be a piece of fabric she can wear.”

I think if you’re not trying to change things a little bit, you’re not evolving.

You know, I grew up very self-taught.

In my perfect world, I get to be a professional musician and still go to Trader Joe’s.

I think we’re always looking for ways to inject a sense of humor into our music.

If I have experienced something in my life, it’s probably going to be written about, and I don’t particularly care if the person I’m writing about wants to be written about.

There’s no other person I like working with as much as my sister.

I mainly try to foster long-term collaborative relationships.

I am not a very superstitious person, but I do believe in mental preparation.

Working on TV shows was fun, but I felt crazy pressured and stressed.

I came to NAMM once and saw this guitar that self-tuned, and I thought, ‘Wow, this is the future!’ And I’ve never seen it again.

If you’re thinking about all the possibilities of your life, there are extreme negatives, which you hope don’t happen, and extreme positives, which you just aren’t willing to think about because you think you’ll jinx it.

The amount of times I’ve been told something by artists I’m working with, which I’m sure they haven’t told even their significant other or families, is shocking.

The excuse of having a dog is great, because before I had a dog, I wouldn’t be like, ‘I need to go hike for two hours’; my girlfriend would have been like, ‘What are you doing?’ Now I take the dog, and she comes with me.

There’s always a better word than a swear word.

Well, predominately, if I’m writing for another artist, I’m sitting there with them and we’re writing it together.

It’s always important to be checking in with people you love.

As a girl, my favorite toy was my dollhouse; if I could still play with it now, I would! I used to love a well-arranged room: the furniture, the fabric, the lighting.

The legacy of the Armenian Genocide is woven into the fabric of America.

It is part of who I am and is woven into the fabric of my personality, character, and psyche.

Visible and mobile, my body is a thing among things; it’s caught in the fabric of the world, and its cohesion is that of a thing. But, because it moves itself and sees, it holds things in a circle around itself.

Crime is fast destroying the moral fabric of South African cities, and is becoming a major threat to South African democracy

I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.

Reality is fabricated out of desire.

There’s so much plastic in this culture that vinyl leopard skin is becoming an endangered synthetic.