“It hurts. That every time I smile, you believe me.”

You taught me that it’s okay to fall. As long as, the right hands catch you.

In his arms, I was a long-lost child, Who finally made it home.

Pain stole my heart and made it home. And I can’t do anything but welcome it.

The darkness feels like home. And the truth is, I’m tired.  I can’t pretend like there’s light anymore.

All this world and I could not find a piece in yours.

We are strangers again. And what a beautiful thing that is.

I don’t know much about love. But he really makes my heart smile.

Your name suffocates me.

I am now empty. And you still look at me as if I have more left to give.

It is a loud war to love you in silence.

What’s enough really? I just wonder if I’ll ever stop breaking.

I can’t get back the time I’ve wasted trying to make you stay. What matters is that I left.

I want to fall in love. But it’s not easy. Finding a soul like yours never is.

You can take my heart. But you should know, It’s not whole.

I wish it were easy. You know to be brave. And look at myself without quickly wanting to turn away.

I know loving you has consequences. In silence from a distance and alone.

Either I believe I can be the best heavyweight fighter in the world and beat everyone, or I will not. I feel I can beat everyone as a heavyweight.

I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing; I like what I’ve been doing. I believe in what I’ve done in the past; I hope my kid enjoys the movies I’ve made and enjoys some of the movies in the future.

I believe in the limitlessness of humans. We’re capable of incredible things. At times, that realization is frightening.

I tried to bang down a lot of doors but Virgin were the only label who believed in what I was doing. I ended up with the label that understood what I was trying to do.

I’m not a sexist. I believe if a man can to go work all his life, a woman can. Who am I to say, ‘Don’t do that because you’re a girl?’

I believe that, in our industry, overexposure tends to create problems for artists, so fortunately, I have been exposed but not overexposed.

There can be miracles when you believe.