I like to write poetry.

If you haven't got love, you've got nothing.

I like listening to old soul music. I like Sam Cooke. When I was growing up, the first things I was listening to was Whitney Houston and Cher. They were really big inspirations for me.

You meet someone, you care for them, and you fall in love; it's what it is.

I don't tend to lie. If I do, it's a little one. Like, 'I'm only around the corner...' when really I'm 10 minutes away.

I can't watch my first audition because it makes me too upset. I just think it is really sad. I look at myself and don't recognize myself. I do think fame and fortune changes people.

I'm not afraid of a rant, am I? I've got to that point where I've just become a woman; I think I've just grown.

Constantly having to think about money is not nice. People used to say, 'Being rich doesn't make you happy'. And I'd think, 'I've got no electricity, nothing - tell that to my empty fridge'.

If you are not happy with the song, don't sing it. Simple as that - no-one forces you to do it.

I'd definitely like more kids when I'm older. And I think I'm like every woman in that I'd like to get married one day.

I was looking for something to make me happy, and once I realised what I actually had, then I found success.

In an English village, you turn over a stone and have no idea what will crawl out.Miss Marple

Everyone is vulnerable in some places! To don't be such person, make sure that you don't have weak places!

'War on Everyone, ' I think... the script was hilarious to me, but it's very dark, dark humor. It's super dark.

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don't think it'd understand.

A person becomes great not be sitting on some high seat, but through higher qualities. Can a crow become an eagle by simply sitting on the top of a palatial building?

I truly believe that compassion provides the basis of human survival.

I was shooting at myself - I was shooting my own violence and the violence of the times

You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping.

History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up.

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.