I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

I like rice. Rice is great if you're hungry and want 2000 of something.

They say, they own a piece of land. I say, you don’t even own your own body.

I believe in low lights and trick mirrors.

My music is for real women and it's about real women and I am a real woman.

Nothing is more likely to start me screaming like a madwoman than New York in February with its piles of blackened snow full of yellow holes drilled by dogs.

Work will cure your grief. Serve others.

Most music is metaphor, but Wolff is not. I am not metaphor either. Parable, maybe. Cage is sermon.

Hairdressers are professional gossips; when only the hands are busy, the tongue is seldom still.

There's strong data that, within companies, the No. 1 reason for ethical violations is the pressure to meet expectations, sometimes unrealistic expectations.

They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.