“Even if you’re the best singer in the world, there’s a good chance no one will ever hear you.”

No matter how many people give me advice, I am going to do what my heart tells me to do.

I know now that it’s really important to feel beautiful. There is a power to that.

Bad things happen everyday but you’re not going to be any happier thinking about them.

Find someone who has a life that you want and figure out how they got it. Read books, pick your role models wisely. Find out what they did and do it.

Initially the fashion world was more interested in me than the music world, which was strange when I first started singing.

Do you know how expensive it is to look this cheap?

Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

Nobody gets to tell your story.

I’ve been really blessed to have a lot of romance in my life. It’s like my last luxury.

Einstein said ‘your imagination is more important than intelligence,’ and I have a very, very big imagination.

I was a mess. I totally wanted to kill myself every day.

God has saved me a million times, so I think He must’ve enjoyed my song.

Fashion is inspired by youth and nostalgia and draws inspiration from the best of the past.

I feel free when I see no one and nobody knows my name.

When your happiness is someone else’s happiness, that is love.

The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment.

A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

All I ask is the chance to prove that money can’t make me happy.

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.

Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.

Normalize not giving second chances for mistakes that were inexcusable.

I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.