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

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn’t that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

I didn’t think it was special to be able to sing.

I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations.

There are certain songs I cannot hear because they are so personal that it hurts me to listen.

Over futile odds, and laughed at by the gods And now the final frame. Love is a losing game.

Christina Aguilera has her own style, so good on her. I don’t think anyone’s every told her to put on some leather chaps and get her noonie out. She’s an amazing singer but a lot of her music I can’t even hear.

I don’t care what people think about me. Never did, never will. Life is too short to be worrying about that shit.

I believe in fate and I believe that things happen for a reason, but I don’t think that there’s a high power, necessarily. I believe in karma very much though.

I’ve always written poetry but I didn’t realise it was a therapy for me until I was maybe 15. That’s when my singing started to come together as well because I was listening to so much jazz. What I love I will always embrace.

I always wrote poetry and stuff like that, so putting songs together wasn’t that spectacular.

I’m of the school of thought where, if you can’t sort something out for yourself, no one can help you. Rehab is great for some people but not others.

I’m always happy to blow up any misconceptions that people have about stage school cos everyone thinks it’s really nasty there but it’s not.

A song marks an occasion in my life and that’s how I live my life, by songs.

Having listened to great songwriters like James Taylor and Carole King, I felt there was nothing new that was coming out that really represented me and the way I felt. So I started writing my own stuff.

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.

People were incredibly kind to our family and went out of their way to help.

What you want to do with your best players is, it doesn’t matter how many goals and assists they get, but when they get goals and assists. The best players get them at the most important times, and that’s when we need those guys to come through.

Handicaps are really to be used another way to benefit yourself and others.

Help one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.

If there’s someone getting picked on, be nice to them and be helpful to them.

God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.

Every object strives for its proper place. A book seeks to be near its truest admirer. Just as this helpless moth seeks to be near the candle that infatuates him.

The Europeans wanted gold and slaves, like everybody else; but at the same time they wanted statues put up to themselves as people who had done good things for the slaves.