“I’ll bring you flowers in the pouring rain.”

I’m learning to accept myself. I’m still in the process of learning to love who I am.

Social media can sometimes influence the charts, but I think that only great music makes it to the top. The good songs make it.

I still take a lot of pride in being able to write my own songs. My story’s coming from me.

Success, to me, is just doing things I’m really proud of.

I love Pink and Nelly Furtado – the honesty and truth in their lyrics. I also love Kendrick Lamar and Chance the Rapper.

Don’t talk to me or my son again.

I can’t dance. If I try, I’ll trip onstage.

I never really wanted to base success on charts and chart positioning. For me, it’s really about the shows and seeing them grow.

The brighter the hair the closer to god.

I’m heavily influenced by the Nineties – I love juxtaposing a slip dress with trainers and a vintage leather jacket.

A classic with a twist.

The first album I was given when I was quite young was the ‘Whoa, Nelly!’ album by Nelly Furtado. After, I also got the ‘Missundaztood’ album by Pink. That’s when I was like, ‘Oh my God, I want to be just like them!’

For a male artist, people instantly assume they write their own music, but for women, they assume it’s all manufactured.

I always told myself never to have a plan B – I feel like that’s also one of the reasons I’m doing what I’m doing now because I just never really rested until I got here.

I started posting covers online and having this crazy determination about what I wanted to do and just went for it. I was like, ‘Okay, no one else can create my future for me, and no one can get what I want for me, so I have to go out and get it myself.’

Boys will be boys at billboard women in music awards.

How long can the flowers in my garden survive if the sun suddenly disappears?

I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.

From seeds of his body blossomed the flower that liberated a people and touched the soul of a nation.

When we see the Beloved in each person, it’s like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.