“I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour, but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.”

I’m much healthier now.

It’s important for me to be with a musician or someone who has a creative mind.

There’s no point in saying anything but the truth.

I’ve never been a boyfriend kind of girl.

I love to live and I live to love.

Sisters come before carpet burns and blisters.

I’d like to be remembered as someone who wasn’t satisfied with just one level of musicianship as someone who was a pioneer.

I never went round to loads of managers saying ‘this is what I have, this is my product and I’m going to be famous so you’d better sign me up.’ They came to me.

I would love to study guitar or trumpet.

I don’t understand, Why do I stress the man, When there’s so many bigger things at hand?

Music was my ultimate ambition but I liked all of it. I wanted to discipline myself in dance and acting too and I’d done all three since I was 9-years-old. I could sing, but I didn’t become a great singer.

Cause I’m a musician, I’m not really good at posing and being a model, like, modeling.

I know I’m talented, but I wasn’t put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family.

I’m romantic. I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations. The other day, I saw a tramp polishing his shoes. That just gripped my heart.

I’m a young woman and I’m going to write about what I know.

If you don’t throw yourself into something, you’ll never know what you could have had.

They wished you a home full of hurt but you deserve a home full of healing.

No matter the storm you are still standing to guide me home.

Walls and brick have never felt like home, the way your gentle bones do.

What is a home if it isn’t waking up next to you?

Memories are homes that I visit, to write the ending of an incomplete story. As it forever stays constant, when people leave.

Home is where you feel.

Hold me even closer than your shadow holds the dark; leave me in no doubt your arms are home.

I’ve been busy making homes out of people When I should have been busy making a home out of me.