“I think beautiful is like looking like you take care of yourself.”

Music never felt like a job.

I had very strict parents, I could never go outside or go to parties.

My personality is humongous.

The women that inspire me to be honest are the women that struggle.

I’m going to enjoy every little tiny moment with my family cause when crunch time comes it gets really lonely.

I just feel like I influence people because I’m like – I was practically homeless.

I was a loner; I was never the crazy party girl.

I’ll do something that brings me a check.

What counts the most for women is having the confidence to make your own money.

I’m forever poppin shit pulling up and dropping shit.

I want to be an artist artist, a real artist. I don’t just want to do this for temporary money.

I want God to come see me in my dreams when I take my nap so I can kiss his feet and tell him how much I love him.

I was always scared to follow my dreams because if I follow my dreams and I fail, I can’t dream about it anymore. It’s easier to settle for less.

If you want it, and the more you keep hearing you can’t have it, you just go and get it.

Bring up my past and everything I said YOU CANT BREAK ME.

Say yes to everything. ‘You want me to buy you some food?’ Yes. ‘You want me to buy you a car?’ Yes.

I hate luxury. I exercise moderation, It will be easy to forget your vision and purpose one you have fine clothes, fast horses and beautiful women. [In which case], you will be no better than a slave, and you will surely lose everything.

Taught from their infancy that beauty is woman’s sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.

Anything forced is not beautiful.

Nature is beautiful because it looks like Art; and Art can only be called beautiful if we are conscious of it as Art while yet it looks like Nature.

Beauty is one way in which truth essentially occurs as unconcealment.

Beauty shames the ugly. Strength shames the weak. Death shames the living – and the Ideal shames us all.

Look closely. The beautiful may be small.

When I spoke of “beauty”, I was thinking of Rilke’s notion that the beautiful is nothing but the beginning of the terrible, and of Hölderlin’s idea that the beautiful can unite extreme opposites in intimacy.