“Boys will be boys at billboard women in music awards.”

Nothing sweeter than 365 days joint at the hip with you.

When I think of artists I love, like J. Cole, it’s the storytelling that grabs me. I want to be honest with my music. Dua Lipa

Live and direct.

I like how powerful fashion makes me feel. I live for that grungy-prissy juxtaposition that Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, and Drew Barrymore wore in the ’90s.

My heart goes out to everyone as we see the end of this year and as we anticipate the new one. We’re in this together.

For a female artist, it takes a lot more to be taken seriously if you’re not sat down at a piano or with a guitar, you know?

It’s all fun and games until your shoe strap falls down.

I think the artists are really the face of the music they make. It’s no longer the genre that dictates it.

I get a bit insecure if I feel like there’s too much makeup on my face or if I feel like I’m cakey.

I’m so obsessed with Cardi B. I do nothing but sit and watch her Instagram videos.

If I wasn’t a singer, I would be a fairy princess.

If you see a fairy tell her I called.

For me, my aim is to just be as good as possible. If people do look up at me I have to set the best example I can.

My goal is to get my music out to as many people as possible. That a song of mine is being played on the radio so far away from home really, really pushes me. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of.

My gang sign is the love heart.

I’m learning to accept myself. I’m still in the process of learning to love who I am.

I’m gonna make love to you like fifteen men.

In my view, all that is necessary for faith is the belief that by doing our best we shall succeed in our aims: the improvement of mankind.

Nothing is more like a wise man than a fool who holds his tongue.

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed – Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.

A wise man does not trust all his eggs to one basket.

The first woman was created from the rib of a man. She was not made from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be trampled on by him, but out of his side to be equal to him.

I demand of you, and of the whole world, that you show me a generic character by which to distinguish between Man and Ape. I myself most assuredly know of none.

A child has no trouble believing the unbelievable, nor does the genius or the madman. It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate.