“Redbone’ from Childish Gambino – that is my ideal summer tune. It’s already gone and done its thing, but I want it to live on forever.”

I’ve always been very much in control of my music and my image, and I think one of the things I’ve been lucky about is I didn’t bring a label on board until I really figured out who I was.

My parents never pushed me towards music. I feel like, growing up in a musical household and always being surrounded by it, I was always kind of a performer child. I remember my parents would have guests over, and they would bring their kids, and I would make sure that we were ready to put a show on.

I always wanted the flowiness that hip-hop artists had. I always admired how they rapped so fast, but I never wanted to rap; I wanted to sing the rap.

Pocket full of honey and I’m ready to go.

Every time you achieve something, you want to go after what’s next. I’d like to see my own shows grow and someday be a headliner, fill up stadiums.

If you got a candle – blow it and various other random things.

I’d love to work with Drake; I’d love to work with Frank Ocean, Jay Z, and Kanye. The list is endless. Dua Lipa

Everything that I do is very autobiographical. I’m trying to be as much of an open book as possible and give the audience every single piece of me.

I know the guac is extra.

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 play the radio and moon about…and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.

O tender yearning, sweet hoping! The golden time of first love! The eye sees the open heaven, The heart is intoxicated with bliss; O that the beautiful time of young love Could remain green forever.

Coaches are basically schizophrenic. We are pessimistic to the press and among fellow coaches, but to our team, we are the eternal optimists.

Every great mind seeks to labor for eternity. All men are captivated by immediate advantages; great minds alone are excited by the prospect of distant good.

I love fatherhood. I could bang on about kids forever.

And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.

At the very end, the one person who Rambo should kill, he doesn’t kill. He lets it live. Because you can’t kill that kind of hypocritical bureaucracy. It goes on forever.