Maybe because I have spent too much of my life in rock clubs. I don't really go to parties anymore either. I'll usually be in the bus by 11:30 after a show.

You gotta lean towards the things that make you like yourself. Forget everything else.

It is the melody and the rhythm that are by far the most important and then words and imagery and stuff, story bits will start to stick to a melody and that is the way I write.

I became at peace with the darkness or the personality that I have. I am usually pretty funny and happy.

I drink wine on stage to sort of loosen my grip on reality a little.

My parents know that I have always been sort of a dark melodramatic kid, so they were never concerned.

A song is a song and, if I am emotionally connected to do it, whether it is sad or not sad, I am going to chase that song.

I don't want somebody telling my daughter who she can marry, or what she can do with her body. That's what was at stake.

I actually don't go to shows anymore. Rock concerts have lost their appeal for me.

Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be.

Not all the songs are real events, but I do write about stuff that is close to my heart and it comes out one way or another.

It is not very important where you are, but where your thoughts are taking you is important.

If we try to emulate the leadership style of others we perceive as successful, we end up being second-rate versions of someone else.

Post kept bound books with typed lists of gifts sent and received ... jeweler Harry Winston sent her a box of cheese

Don't be afraid to express yourself through fashion!

very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same.

A person with a poor mind set is always afraid to take risk.

Courage conquers all things.

The closest thing to eternal life on earth is a Government Program

No doubt but ye are the People - absolute, strong and wise; Whatever your hear has desired ye have not withheld from your eyes. On your own heads, in your own hands, the sin and the saving lies!

Where I come from, they won't let me play with this rope. They think I might hurt myself.