“Everything that a guy says once, you have to say five times.”

I am my own person. What I’m doing, I’m happy with it. I’m doing what I want to.

I’ve always had as many powerful, creative ladies in my life as I have men, and you could probably describe some of those relationships as romantic.

Solar power, wind power, the way forward is to collaborate with nature – it’s the only way we are going to get to the other end of the 21st century.

Politics is still the No. 1 sport in town and the scoreboard shows the U.S. attorney’s office leading.

I never want to know the range of my voice. It has to be impulsive, and I don’t want to kill the mystery.

Every time there’s a new format, the iron is hot, and you can mold it.

It seems that most the world is driven by the eye, right? They design cities to look great but they always sound horrible …

Formats are just illusions, and it’s about the relationship between the person that makes music and the person that listens to music.

I feel the 21st century is another new age. Not only can we collaborate again with nature, but we have to. It’s an emergency.

All we had ever heard about record company people is that they were vampires and criminals…and they killed Elvis Presley.

It’s incredible how nature sets females up to take care of people, and yet it is tricky for them to take care of themselves.

I love being a very personal singer-songwriter, but I also like being a scientist or explorer.

With tons of chaotic supply on the internet, you’re going to have people who become very good at being curators or stylists. It’s the same sort of people that I used to go to record shops for.

I don’t like records that are the same from beginning to end, that are too styled and slick.

Love is a two way dream.

People that complete other people’s vision are understated.

life is short and information endless: nobody has time for everything

Everyone dreamed past and future dreams, of slavery and redemption, of improbable paradises, of equally mythical and improbable enemies; cosmic enemies, perverse and subtle, who pervade everything like the air.

Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.

I was just a big fan of tattoos always growing up, and I wanted something cool that symbolizes what I’ve been through in my life, and everything on my chest and my back is like a collage.

My wrists are crooked and don’t go all the way back. I’ve been practicing and working on them. You can’t do everything good.

I could easily have decided that life was cruel, that being black meant everything was stacked against me.

We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?

With everything I do, I just try to be myself.