“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’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.

I’m a realist and a dreamer. There are certain things you can give certain people and certain things you can’t.

I saw a picture of myself when I came out of the hospital. I didn’t recognize myself.

If you’re nice to me I’ll never write anything bad about you.

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn’t that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

I didn’t think it was special to be able to sing.

I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations.

There are certain songs I cannot hear because they are so personal that it hurts me to listen.

Over futile odds, and laughed at by the gods And now the final frame. Love is a losing game.

Christina Aguilera has her own style, so good on her. I don’t think anyone’s every told her to put on some leather chaps and get her noonie out. She’s an amazing singer but a lot of her music I can’t even hear.

I don’t care what people think about me. Never did, never will. Life is too short to be worrying about that shit.

I believe in fate and I believe that things happen for a reason, but I don’t think that there’s a high power, necessarily. I believe in karma very much though.

I’ve always written poetry but I didn’t realise it was a therapy for me until I was maybe 15. That’s when my singing started to come together as well because I was listening to so much jazz. What I love I will always embrace.

I always wrote poetry and stuff like that, so putting songs together wasn’t that spectacular.

I’m of the school of thought where, if you can’t sort something out for yourself, no one can help you. Rehab is great for some people but not others.

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

I was with book, as a woman is with child

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

A child of five could understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.

I would teach children music, physics, and philosophy; but most importantly music, for the patterns in music and all the arts are the keys to learning.

The true character of a society is revealed in how it treats its children.

Baby cuddles are the best.

I think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.