“I think of most songs that way – if you can’t dance to a song, it’s not a song.”

Call me friend, but keep me closer.

I’ve always done whatever I want and always been exactly who I am.

If I’m in a bad mood, or if I’m uncomfortable, it’s probably what I’m wearing that’s making me feel that way.

I’m a really particular person. I want it my way.

Me and my brother get along super well. We’re, like, best friends.

Aside from singing, I’m also a dancer. I’ve been dancing since I was 8.

It’s really fun to be on stage in front of people.

All of the Vines that were acted & setup & had nice cameras, those weren’t the good Vines. The good Vines were, like, a random little kid in the middle of a forest, like, yelling.

It’s really fun to put yourself into a character – into shoes you wouldn’t normally be in.

I have so many designs and video ideas and lyrics in my head, so I always try to be productive.

I always want to create and do things, or draw.

There are alway going to be bad things. But you can write it down and make a song out of it.

Lyrics are so important, but they’re really underrated.

There are people who are afraid of successful women, and that’s so lame.

When I write, I try to become different characters.

I don’t want people at my shows to come out and say, ‘I just saw a cool show.’ I want them to say, ‘I had fun at the show.’

The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road; long before I dance under those lights.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.

The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc.

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life.