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

When I was a little kid it was my dream to go to drama school, but it was never something I thought would happen to me. I was a Jewish girl from North London and things like that don’t happen to Jewish girls from North London called Amy Winehouse.

At Age 11, I used to listen to Madonna’s Immaculate Collection every day

I would say that jazz is my own language.

I’ve always had my own style, I’ve always been different. I don’t like to wear anything that anyone else is wearing because it’s very important for me to make a statement.

I do see myself settling down, getting married and having kids. But when I think about a family life in the future there’s rarely a man involved which is kind of weird.

I don’t think I’m such an amazing person who needs to be written about.

Since I was 16, I’ve felt a black cloud hangs over me. Since then, I have taken pills for depression.

I was hit by a car once on my bike, but I still rode home.

When I’m nervous, I stutter, and I had to keep stopping and starting.

I write songs about stuff that I can’t really get past personally – and then I write a song about it and I feel better.

I wouldn’t be with a man who was scared of me, but I don’t think men are scared of me – look at me, I’m tiny. I don’t think I’m capable of putting anyone off. I’m a nice girl.

I’ve never been an idiot – I was a smart girl but I’d do stupid things like go around Asda and nick stuff because my friends told me to. I was a good girl as a teenager.

I can’t be arsed with game players. I’m more ‘I like you, do you like me? Let’s go and do something about it.’ I’m a very straightforward person like that.

If I heard someone else singing like me, I would buy it in a heartbeat.

I only write about stuff that’s happened to me.. stuff I can’t get past personally. Luckily, I’m quite self-destructive.

Here in England, everyone’s a pop star, innit, whereas in America they believe in the term artist.

I couldn’t wait for Courtney to come to the hospital so I could have all my women together.

A couple of incidents of shortness of breath and checked myself into a hospital, but that one in France really sat me down for a few minutes.

When I was on my hunger strike, and I was in a hospital, the guards who inflicted all manner of injustice against me, and all manner of hardship…

So I had to be the doctor to these wounded men until we could remove them to the hospital.

I learned to knit in hospital. They give you stuff to do to keep you busy because you’re so ill.

Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.

I joke, but I only half joke, that if you come to one of our hospitals missing a limb, no one will believe you till they get a CAT scan, MRI, or orthopedic consult.

I try to make myself do things for other people when I’m feeling down. Like, you can call your local hospital and help out in the pediatric unit.