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When interviews are good, the conversation can be amazing. Sometimes I've had conversations with journalists that I've never had with anybody else.

When I was little, my mom tells me, I used to say things like, 'Mom do you hear the string section? Do you hear the string section?' And she would look at me and say, 'No honey, I don't know what you're talking about.'

When one doesn’t want the limelight, but is also creative in developing whatever it is they are, then you can have two equal people that aren’t competing against each other. I think when you are in the same field, it’s difficult to leave it outside and not compete. Then when the doors are closed, that pervades everything.

When soulmates come and go, you're never alone, even when you're standing just you and your shoes, because you carry them with you.

When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.

When they say take from my body, I think I'll take from mine instead. Getting off, getting off while they're all down stairs.

When we get in a routine we can become zombie-like and shut down.

When you don't have people in your life pushing you, can you push yourself?

When you're in your 20s, there's maybe a little room for you to not be at the top of your artistic game, if you look good on a magazine cover. When you're not on the cover of the magazines anymore, then you realize that the work has to be great.

When you stop putting yourself on the line, and you don't touch your own heart, how do you expect to touch other people?

When you value your crew, they look after you.

Womanhood is a whole different thing from girlhood. Girlhood is a gift...Womanhood is a choice.

Women must understand that simply attacking or hating men is just another form of disempowerment. A woman has to realize that when she makes a man crawl it doesn't give her power.

Women shouldn’t deny their dark side. Sometimes those demons are frightening and sometimes they’re beautiful. You’ll have to approach them. Drink a glass of wine with them, take them for a walk on the beach, examine yourself.

Years go by Will I still be waiting For somebody else to understand Years go by If I'm stripped of my beauty And the orange clouds Raining in head Years go by Will I choke on my tears Till finally there is nothing left One more casualty You know we're too easy Easy Easy

You can be self-empowered and still learning about how you think about things daily.

You decide whether you look at your reality or live pretending these feelings don't exist.

You'd think that in this age, especially in the 21st century - especially with all the technology and all the discoveries that we've made - that we would figure out how to tackle abuse.

You have to be clear what your message is and what you're doing. I mean, Miley Cyrus is an amazing talent, and sometimes you kind of just want to say, 'We know you're not Hannah Montana anymore. We know that, my dear. My darling. Now, go be great.'

You know that saying, bad things don't happen to good people? That's a lie.

You know when people smile too much? It's painful. I find it really painful. Happy is not very reliable. I'm trying to live like, um, with a fierce calm.

Your apocalypse was fab.

You're just an empty cage girl, if you kill the bird.

You're only popular with anorexia.

Your worst enemies are made when you ignore people. Those boys in America who shot dead classmates recently, didn't do that because they woke up with a positive self image that morning and then felt like slaughtering their friends.

And maybe she had certain beliefs that if you love somebody, [you're] gonna like them too. And that isn't necessarily true.

As a songwriter, I'm gathering clues and possibilities all the time, whether I see a piano that day or not. I've tried to explain to people how I collect these dispatches, because I think anybody can do what I'm talking about. Once I do plug in, I might get only one line and two bar phrases of the melody. I always have elements of songs around that may never ever get recorded. As far back as Little Earthquakes, I began to realize that I needed to have a library of notes, phrases, words, things that might prove useful at any given time. Within a few months' time I'll gather hundreds of those fragments. Half won't be used. And then the craft comes in, the part that is about painting a world. You want listeners to smell the lavender, to feel the point of those knitting needles in a handbag of the granny who happens to harbor a loyalty to Madame Defarge. You want the listener to know the wood's burning in the stove when they walk into the song with me. Music is about all of your senses, not just hearing.

Every finger in the room Is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces Then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I've been raising up my hands Drive another nail in Just what God needs One more victim

Look I'm standing naked before you Don't you want more then my sex I can scream as loud as your last one But I can't claim innocence Oh God Could it be the weather Oh God Why am I here If love Isn't forever And it's not the weather Hand me my leather I could just pretend that you love me The night would lose all sense of fear But why do I need you to love me When you can't Hold what I hold dear Oh God Could it be the weather Oh God Why am I here If love Isn't forever And it's not the weather Hand me my leather I almost ran over an angel He had a nice big fat cigar "In a sense" he said "You're alone here So if you jump you best jump far" Oh God Could it be the weather Oh God Why am I here If love Isn't forever And it's not the weather Hand me my leather

sleeping beauty/ trips me with a frown

The violence between women is unbelievable...women try to make each other crawl so that their knees are bleeding.

You don't have to apologize for growing and learning and changing your mind.