“I write songs for myself, but I never keep them. I’m like, ‘O.K., that was my therapy – it’s out of my body now. I’m going to give it to somebody else so it can be their therapy, too.’”

Women often don’t want to be typecast as the girl that’s sad.

There is so much power in vulnerability, and I am proud to be that typecast.

It’s ingrained in people’s minds that it’s a typecast and a stereotype that women are just emotional and crazy.

Plantin’ lemon trees since I was twenty-three

People are going to assume whatever they want to assume.

Hula-hooping. It makes me feel free. My stepsister introduced me to it. I used to have panic attacks all the time, and she hula-hooped to cope with her own anxiety.

Stylistically, things are becoming cooler. People are trying different things and combining genres.

I think that women are afraid to be vulnerable because they think it makes them look weak.

Working with new people can be really hard and nerve-wracking. When you don’t know the person, it’s like being on a blind date.

I have, like, sensory overload problems.

Tired of people telling me how I should have a fucking body. What I should wear on it. How I should act with it. What I should fucking shave off of it.

People are always going to have something to say about you or your body. They will always try to attack you when you’re feeling the most happy or the most yourself you’ve ever been.

My favorite food is hot Cheetos. I could eat those every day.

I do love all types of music. I could be in a session for eight hours, and when I leave, I’ll instinctively go to the radio or put on my favourite songs.

An artist could have a really big relationship, and then they break up, and any song after that, people are automatically going to assume that that song is about that person.

Orange magic in your eyes, on my mind

Bodies are slow of growth, but are rapid in their dissolution. [Lat., Corpora lente augescent, cito extinguuntur.]

I always wanted to live a man’s life in a woman’s body.

I know not what you believe of God, but I believe He gave yearnings and longings to be filled, and that He did not mean all our time should be devoted to feeding and clothing the body

I have dangerous bones in my body.

Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

I have nobody. I have surrounded myself with people who are fake just because I need to talk to somebody.

It is very little to me to have the right to vote, to own property, etc., if I may not keep my body, and its uses, in my absolute right.

Our bodies are molded rivers.