I would really love to go to Thailand as so many people have told me how wonderful it is.

I love dressing for the winter - especially in baggy chunky cardigans.

I just always wanted to be a singer. My mom said I was even singing in my cot!

I don't believe in open relationships. If you want to be with someone else, you shouldn't be in a relationship in the first place.

I'm a really bad liar. My mom finds out every time, especially now that she's got Facebook.

I think honesty is a big part. Because when you sing live, you want the audience to believe you.

I don't try to pretend to be what I'm not. I don't feel I need to do anything outrageous.

I just like boys who are good-looking, really! I like people who are tall with a good sense of style. My faves are the indie look, the smart look or the surfer look.

I can't imagine ever not making music, making albums, writing songs, doing shows. That's all I really know, and that's all I really do.

Fashion is a reflection of your personality, so have fun and experiment.

I don't want to be one of those people who falls out of cabs drunk. But I don't want to be known as some boring girl who just sits at home and doesn't do anything.

When I was a freshman in high school, my drama teacher, an incredible, inspirational genius, the guy who got me into acting, he encouraged me to get the lead in a musical. They didn't have any guys.

The window of heaven is what all truth seekers are trying to open.

I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

I was born in Northern Ireland in 1951. I lived most of my life there until 1986 or 1987

Artists do not run away from non-being, but by encountering and wrestling with it, force it to produce being.

There's no point for me to party. I have a girl that I love. I don't need that.

All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.

To things which you bear with impatience you should accustom yourself, and, by habit you will bear them well.

Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.