“Being grown up kinda sucks and I’m really just missin the simple times.”

I used to write poems more when I was younger, but I haven’t in a long time. I just write ideas and paragraphs and go from there.

Guess I’m hangin’ by myself but I don’t mind.

Forced idleness evolves into beauty.

Fame freaks me out. Do you just wake up different? I don’t know how to scale it back if it gets too crazy.

In the beginning, I wrote OK songs, but they didn’t have a unique perspective.

I’d rather be more of the hippie country chick – as in, instead of pointing a finger, just maybe saying, ‘We’re all screw-ups. We’re all in this kind of together. We’re all just figuring this out.’

A lot of what gets on the radio isn’t saying anything other than somebody wants to be famous and will do whatever they’re told to get it.

Anyone singing about trucks, in any form, in any song, anywhere, literally just stop – nobody cares!

I’m really proud to be a woman representing country music.

A lot of times, Im singing things that are observational and am definitely including myself.

When something comes to my brain, I don’t ignore it. You never know what it’s going to turn into.

I think if you’re everyone’s cup of tea, that probably means you’re a little bit boring, or you’re not pushing yourself.

All I have in this world is a place that’s mine, a few good friends and a few good lines, a couple pairs of shoes that I love that shine and I walk in peace.

When you see me out I hope the taste in your mouth is still sweet as I wish it could be, believe me.

Get in loser, we’re having a nervous breakdown.

It’s weird, because the ideas in my songs aren’t controversial to me. I feel like I should be able to sing about anything.

I have seen something of this world,” she said over the trays, “and there are but two sorts of women in it– those who take the strength out of a man, and those who put it back. Once I was that one, and now I am this.

To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.

Im all about small towns. I think its a great place to grow up.

Grow old with me. The best is yet to be. The last of life for which the first was made.

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.

In the beginning, I wrote OK songs, but they didn’t have a unique perspective.

I married an archeologist because the older I grow, the more he appreciates me.