“I’d just like to think that there’s some kind of underworld where whoever’s been lost at sea is there… I dunno, there probably isn’t, but I’d like to believe there is.”

I still don’t know if I can write songs. I don’t think anyone ever knows if they can write songs.

I feel like my songs are very relevant and very meaningful, but I literally have to get rid of the nostalgia for shows because I would just be mess on-stage otherwise.

I tend to write things and review it afterwards and realise what comes out. I very rarely ever write something and have to take it back.

I love pink – pink’s my favourite. I hardly ever – weirdly – wear it, but I love the colour pink.

I think I’d like to be best friends with Björk, because I’d like to pick her brain a lot all the time and just have weird times together.

I take inspiration from everything around me, also relationships and friends. And the inside of my crazy head.

I feel quite proud to be an ambassador for women who realize that being fit is better than being skinny.

I like the idea about somewhere there being a world… somewhere there’s a world that I don’t know about. But also, that somewhere, there was once something that disappeared.

My fans are so funny, they make me laugh so much. I’ve got some really, really, funny, clever fans.

My mum was too busy raising four of us to encourage my hopes. But I’m glad I had the upbringing I did. It made me a worrier and a thoughtful, curious person.

The only really safe thing to do is to write a diary of where you’ve been, what time you went to bed, what you ate. If I wrote honestly about everything I think it’d be a disaster. It would cause a lot of trouble.

I could always sing, from a really young age, but my voice was really weird. I used to make my mum turn up the radio every day in our house. She was well into music so I got that from her.

I feel like my figure is a challenge because I’m quite flat chested but I’ve got a booty so I’ve got to look for the right things.

I guess I’m just quite observant and I pay attention to a lot of things. Human behavior really fascinates me.

My soul is to sell. The dark is too hard to beat ’cause they’re calling me.

I’ve just become quite fixated on the idea of calmness and peacefulness somewhere, someday.

I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.

Don’t believe everything you hear about me, who can speak louder than me, wearing your last name instead of mine.

The more you believe, the brighter you will shine.

Can anybody hear me? Are my words going to waste I need to believe there was a purpose to all the pain?

I believe the ashes of my past life were stepping stones to becoming free.

She believes in a wonderful world where unicorns exist. That’s why she believed in you.

I didn’t believe in love anymore but I do believe in us.

A wise man apportions his beliefs to the evidence.