“I just get bored easily. As I’m sure other people do too.”

I’ve always loved to prove people wrong. I want to be able to cross color lines, because in music, there really is no barrier.

Carey’s had tough times as well, so between the two of us, it’s perfect.

When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.

My definition of stupid is wasting your opportunity to be yourself because I think everybody has a uniqueness and everybody’s good at something.

Sometimes it takes a tragedy to bring people together, Other times it just takes music.

But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die. You’ve gotta get up and try, try, try.

My stage show is raw and unpredictable.

I’d love to have time to do my hair, honestly. I’d love to be Victoria Beckham just for one day – to look that good. But I can’t.

I’m cool. I don’t need to be skinny. I like to be strong.

When you have a dark side, nothing is ever as good as it seems.

Sexy doesn’t have to come with the price tag of being dumb.

I’m pretty confident and, at the same time, I’m pretty insecure. I’m like a walking conflict.

I want art to make me think. In order to do that, it may piss me off, or make me uncomfortable. That promotes awareness and change, or at least some discussion.

Women have fought so long and hard for our rights and equality, and now all our attention is put on being a size 0.

Cutting, and suicide, two very different symptoms of the same problem, are gaining on us. I personally don’t know a single person who doesn’t know at least two of these victims personally.

Loads of my friends are lesbians, and it really annoys me that gay people aren’t allowed to get married in most parts of America. I’d go on a march for gay rights any time.

In order to live free and happily you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice.

I hate being in boring fights. It frustrates me.

Perhaps the world’s second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.

I mean, it saves you from ultimately from the boredom of having one point of view, like being locked in a room with nothing but your own point of view, your own references.

What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?

We experience boredom, which is nothing elses than the feeling of unease that take hold of us when our spirit is not absorbed by the mirages of life.

When we were starting off as kids, just the idea of maybe going to do this as a living instead of getting what we thought was going to be a boring job, was exciting.

I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn’t get bored anywhere.