“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 can play a lot of different instruments adequately but nothing really well.

I had a real stage school voice and I could do loud things, but it’s not about being loud, it’s about sensitivity and subtlety in music. You can do so much more with a quiet voice than with a belter.

Life’s short. Anything could happen, and it usually does, so there is no point in sitting around thinking about all the ifs, ands and buts.

Girls talk to each other like men talk to each other. But girls have an eye for detail.

I was expecting it to be cynical because I’m like that myself. I wouldn’t want it to be all roses because life isn’t like that.

I don’t have emotional needs, only physical ones.

I always try to write a song to work things out with myself and I want to do it with a little punchline at the end, because I never want to remember anything bad in my life.

Cause there’s nothing, there’s nothing you can teach me That I can’t learn from Mr. Hathaway.

Life happens. There is no point in being upset or down about things we can’t control or change.

If you play an instrument, it makes you a better singer. The more you play, the better you sing, the more you sing, the better you play.

No. No. I don’t listen to anyone except my … inner child anyway. If someone had said to me, Amy, lose a stone which they wouldn’t – I don’t think I would have listened anyway.

I love America, it’s a much more permissive place.

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

I always said I never wanted to write about love, but then I went and did that anyway.

When you’re around kids you can be a little kid yourself and pretend that life is magic and you don’t have to be one of those sweaty people going to work every day.

Every bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen.

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.

I found love in the lost. I found a home in the dark.

There came that day in mid-July I never saw it coming I don’t know why house empty and you gone you imprinted my heart with that Leonard Cohen song.

Our body is our home and how I saw you treat your home I should have known that’s how you would treat my body.

Sometimes a heartbeat is all the home you ever need.

You build a home, within your heart, with veins pumping memories.