I'm not really on a mission to tell anybody anything. I'd rather be figured out.

I think that I was being much more uptight about those things before. I feel like I really don't have to prove anything at this point other than what I'm doing.

There were some things that I found I really enjoyed singing about; like, on the title track, there's this film-noir character of a woman who's sort of losing it in a room.

I work very hard at being the best musician I can be because I love it.

Love songs last because they are about feelings that don't change.

So much of what we do as artists is a combination of personal experience and imagination, and how that all creeps into your work is not so linear.

You're creating an intimacy that everybody feels, that it's their experience, not yours. I'll never introduce a song and say, now this song is about 'my' broken heart.

The greatest thing about music is putting it out there for people to figure out.

I always wonder what drives us as Artists.

It is a privilege and an honor to perform on Steinway pianos.

Sometimes I can't get out of the character because the story is very intense.

They were the flash of light in a stormy sky, the fleeting darkness before dawn. Never have they existed before, nor shall they ever exist again.

Happiness leaves such slender records

I have always felt that whatever the divine Providence permitted to occur, I was not too proud to report.

A woman with a mind is fit for any task.

Altruism is innate, but it's not instinctual. Everybody's wired for it, but a switch has to be flipped.

He was desperate to tell his news to some other cat; he almost felt that if a mouse crossed his path he would stop to inform it that it was about to be eaten by a ThunderClan deputy.

Man is a free agent; but he is not free if he does not believe it.

Come, let us make love deathless, thou and I, Seeing that our footing on the Earth is brief- Seeing that her multitudes sweep out to die Mocking at all that passes their belief.

We must plunge heart and soul and body into the work. And until we are ready to sacrifice everything else to one Idea and to one alone, we never, never will see the Light.

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch of dirty rats