“If God is the DJ, then Life is the dance floor; Love is the rhythm and You are the music.”

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.

He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.

Put on your red shoes, and dance the blues.

I think a lot about when times were simpler, when I was still dancing and living with my parents. I really miss living at home sometimes. I get really sad.

The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body.

You don’t ask what a dance means. You enjoy it. You don’t ask what the world means. You enjoy it. You don’t ask what you mean. You enjoy it.

Churches are good for prayer, but so are garages and cars and mountains and showers and dance floors.

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.

All we really want to do is dance.