“Sometimes I’ll post goofy photos of myself on Instagram without make-up or making silly faces. I don’t always look like a little Barbie doll.”

My main focus when I do my makeup is my eyes – I accentuate my eyes, and they look bigger. More ‘va va voom,’ I guess you can say.

I got discovered off of YouTube.

My fans can see me grow up.

I never lie to my fans.

When I’m on family road trips, there is always Ranchera playing.

When I was 11, I decided to start rapping, playing guitar, and writing songs. Everything really blossomed from there.

My only way of getting my uncles’ attention or aunts’ attention or whoever’s attention was by dancing and singing around the house.

Can’t Stop Dancing’ is this other side of me that I was ready to introduce to my fans, which is like, after you hang out with me, you start to see that I can be chilled and relaxed, and I’m a little bit more mature for my age.

I’m all about telling stories. I like people to picture the music video in their head when they’re just listening to the song.

I look at old performance videos now, and it’s really funny – I thought I was such a gangster!

Giving back is the right thing to do, whether it’s donating clothing or even just a smile to someone who needs it.

My family are my friends.

If I can, I love staying in pajamas all day and watching movies and eating good food.

I think confidence is a true form of beauty.

I’ve definitely accepted the fact that I’m not normal.

Sometimes you do get caught up in the midst of becoming… a product, a brand, and not having a say in any of that.

The story of Pakistan, its struggle and its achievement, is the very story of great human ideals, struggling to survive in the face of great odds and difficulties.

I wonder if to stare into the face of God will drive me crazy. (I wonder who would blink first.)

The industry has changed. Two years ago I could tell a company I’ve got Russell Crowe and that would get the film made. Now they’d ask ‘And who’s the girl?’ Just one famous face isn’t enough any more.

He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. Would you please tell me what you’re thinking? Before I go mad?

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.

Forbearance in the face of fate, beauty constant under torture, are not merely passive. They are a positive achievement, an explicit triumph.