I like to keep my issues drawn, it's always darkest before the dawn.

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.

God is to be worshipped as the one beloved, dearer than everything in this and next life.

I'm suffering from oxygen deprivation. It's overwhelming watching your career go by.

If shoppers looked at crooked carrots, misshapen potatoes, slightly dinged apples or too-small peaches and thought, wow, that looks delicious, imagine the benefits for struggling farmers.

I don't belong to anything anymore and I want to feel like I belong to something.

Feeling comes before reflection.

Even if animal tests produced a cure for AIDS, we'd be against it.

I was taught from a young age that many people would treat me as a second-class citizen because I was African-American and because I was female.

Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing, which remark I guess shows I still don't have a pure motive (O it's-such-fun-I-just-can't-stop-who-cares-if-it's-published-or-read) about writing.

When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!