“I feel like when you say ‘activist,’ you have to have so much clarity, and I don’t always necessarily have so much clarity on how I want to help others, I just have this weird, deep urge to help other people. I’m trying to let God guide my body and use it as whatever kind of vehicle or vessel it needs to be.”

My parents are really conservative. My dad is Muslim, and my mom is the most conservative woman you’ve ever met. They’re very aristocratic in the most quaint suburban way.

When you’re, like, 190 pounds, dark-skinned, and a new artist that no one really cares about, people don’t really take the time to make you look beautiful.

I don’t have any control over what actually happens except that I have full control over my will for myself, my intention, and why I’m there. That’s all that matters.

Kicked myself out the algorithm.

I did some work on Beyonce and Nick Minaj’s ‘Feeling Myself.’

My music is touching people in whatever spaces they need to be touched in.

In the real world, I kind of, like, thrived a little bit. The things that were awkward about me at school, like being hyper passionate, I realized, ‘Oh I’m my own person, and I have my own idiosyncrasies and nuances that I don’t mind.’

In one way, I want to heal people.

I don’t feel ashamed to be loud, which is an argument I’ve had with lots of men, who thought I was too sassy and unladylike.

Just tryna eat pasta and mind my business.

Only break the rules baby or whatever Ja said.

I do a lot of strange things.

Especially when I’m nervous, my mind is running a mile a minute. My ADHD speaks for me before I can speak for me.

Listening to Alabama Shakes made me less self-conscious about my voice.

My mom was an executive at AT&T, a global account lady. I have no idea what she did. I just know she was never home and speaks several languages.

I hate being outside more than I can explain. I really have debilitating anxiety.

Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

You shake and rattle me with your turbulent eyes sending my body sky high.

All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.

As long as the heart beats, as long as body and soul keep together, I cannot admit that any creature endowed with a will has need to despair of life.

I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.

Government is not a trade which any man or body of men has a right to set up and exercise for his own emolument, but is altogether a trust, in right of those by whom that trust is delegated, and by whom it is always resumable. It has of itself no rights; they are altogether duties.

Her delicate breasts shake his enormous apparatus in elaborate worship.

Air you breathe is bad for your lungs so you’ve got to careful and don’t overdue any bad air. Too much pot, too much anything is not good. Your lung is a piece of flesh, a piece of bone. You can injure it.