“My grandparents don’t really listen to pop music, and they only speak Spanish and only listen to Spanish music.”

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.

I’m like, ‘Yeah, I could afford braces, but why should I change myself to be what everybody else wants me to be when I’m OK with who I am and I’m happy with who I am?’

Coffee is my water now.

I figured, ‘Why not go into entertainment?’ I love entertaining people. I always loved being extra loud.

Honestly, are we ever going to get over ‘California Girls’ by Katy Perry? I know it’s old, but that song – I love that song!

I don’t know about you, but I love going on trips – especially with my family.

I love having my hoop earrings. Just regular gold hoops.

Do broken pianos play broken songs? Do they have busted melodies for busted hearts? Is there a song living inside it that’s waiting to get out? Her keys are shattered and her notes long since silent but I can still hear her song. Just listen, just listen.

Do not proffer sympathy to the mentally ill; it is a bottomless pit. Tell them firmly, “I am not paid to listen to this drivel – you are a terminal fool!” Otherwise, they make you as crazy as they are.

By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.

I really like listening to music in my car.

Next time I go to a movie and see a picture of a little ordinary girl become a great star… I’ll believe it. And whenever I hear my wife read fairy tales to my little boy, I’ll listen. I know now that dreams do come true.

When I speak of the gifted listener, I am thinking of the nonmusician primarily, of the listener who intends to retain his amateur status. It is the thought of just such a listener that excites the composer in me.

Listening to the Fifth Symphony of Ralph Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for 45 minutes.

We must listen to poets.