A lot of the songs on the new album are about imaginary things, things that you can't touch - ghosts and rumors, my dead grandmother, things visiting you in a dream.

Hands up if you’re ready to do something you’ll regret this weekend. Go forth! You have my blessing.

I think I should get a bigger between-the-song persona, so then I'm not wandering around the stage like some mad old auntie that's saying hello to people and falling over.

When I'm singing I'm always trying to get to the highest point possible. I'd fly to the top of Buckingham Palace to sing to the queen.

I like a house party and fancy dress, a big fan of fancy dress, like dress up, costume parties.

I try to maintain a healthy dose of daydreaming, to remain sane.

Having a soul, they say, is like taking sadness and turning it into something beautiful.

If you do something with your whole heart and it's a mistake, you can live with that.

I like the idea of not being afraid of letting your imagination rule you, to feel the freedom of expression, to let creativity be your overwhelming drive rather than other things.

Sometimes I find that music is so much more attractive than love. I don’t know… It’s like some kind of euphoria, that love can’t bring to you.

You should have high expectations for yourself and others should come second.

Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.

If a flower perseveres through concrete, you can persevere through anything.

The whole is more than the sum of its parts.

I always wanted to scuba dive. I used to scuba dive undercover like black Aquaman.

Appreciate how rare and full of potential your situation is in this world, then take joy in it, and use it to your best advantage.

That's what social media is, that's what Twitter is, that's what Facebook posts are. It's just really anti-intellectual.

You have to be very brave and very entrepreneurial - you have to dare to create your own brand.

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.

I snapped my fingers all through it. Sometimes I set my own tempo during rehearsal by doing that.