“Sisters come before carpet burns and blisters.”

Having listened to great songwriters like James Taylor and Carole King, I felt there was nothing new that was coming out that really represented me and the way I felt. So I started writing my own stuff.

I don’t listen to a lot of new stuff. I just like the old stuff. It’s all quite dramatic and atmospheric. You’d have an entire story in song. I never listen to, like, white music – I couldn’t sing you a Zeppelin or Floyd song.

I’ve got a crush on my backing singer.

Now I think that going to the gym is the best drug. I go four times a week and it gives me the buzz I need.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

I’m planning my most ambitious tattoo yet. You can never have enough tats.

My husband is everything to me and without him it’s just not the same.

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.

I’ve had everything pierced at some point.

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.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

when he smiles at me, i swear my heart jumps. But when he kisses me? then, i burn.

Kiss me with those lips burn forever into my skin envelop me within your love until I am whole again.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

I have a heart of fire and you are afraid of getting burned.

Learn to manage your energy in a way that you don’t burn out.

Doctors cut, burn, and torture the sick, and then demand of them an undeserved fee for such services.

I hope when she touches you it burns holes into your skin and leaves scars where my lips would have been.