“This is a new year. A new beginning. And things will change.”

When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted.

We have to live bravely in order to truly feel alive, and that means not being ruled by our greatest fears.

Love always ends differently and it always begins differently – especially with me.

I can’t deal with someone wanting to take a relationship backward or needing space or cheating on you.

There are two ways you can go with pain: You can let it destroy you or you can use it as fuel to drive you.

I never want to change so much that people can’t recognize me.

I’ve wanted one thing for me whole life and I’m not going to be that girl who wants one thing her whole life then gets it and complains.

In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on.

You can stay the same person you’ve always been even if everything around you changes.

I haven’t had that one great love, which is good. I don’t want that to be in the past – I want it to be in the future.

If you’re lucky enough to be different, never change.

People haven’t always been there for me but music always has.

Delicate is a song that was written about such a vulnerable time in my life

It can be heartbreaking when you find out that your fairy tale image of the world doesn’t match the reality.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life saying the right thing at the right time is beyond crucial.

At a certain point, if you chase two rabbits, you lose them both.

My mother, was perfectly horrified when I began shooting and tried to keep me in school, but I would run away and go quail shooting in the woods or trim my dresses with wreaths of wildflowers.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

In love with September’s sun the season that begins all witchy things and stirs the soul.

In the beginning, I wrote OK songs, but they didn’t have a unique perspective.

The human mind prefers to be spoon-fed with the thoughts of others, but deprived of such nourishment it will, reluctantly, begin to think for itself – and such thinking, remember, is original thinking and may have valuable results.