My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

Just the kind of girl I liked—the weirdo in the bunch.

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.

Music itself was color-blind but the media and the radio stations segregate it based on their perceptions of the artists.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.

When you realize that there's a name and a description for this condition that you thought was insanity, you've identified the problem, and now you can do something about it.

Every time you empty your vessel of that energy, fresh new energy comes flooding in.

I stopped hating and started just being. My whole life, I had been the most defensive person you'd meet, unable to tolerate any criticism. But now I started listening and being.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

You don’t have to be a miser, just be wiser with your money.

Never ever stop dreaming. You will make it big one day. What is life without our struggles? Our struggles give us insight and depth into life.

In the absence of a confirmed fact, rumors are usually sanctified as the truth. And that is what goes out there in the media.

Am I in the picture? Am I getting in or out of it? I could be a ghost, an animal or a dead body, not just this girl standing on the corner…?

You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements.

We have a tendency to obscure the forest of simple joys with the trees of problems.

Love is an alchemist that can transmute poison into food.

My parents are the people that led me here. My mom helped me learn to sing and she travels with me.

This is a most unfortunate affair, and will probably be much talked of. But we must stem the tide of idle chatter, and pour into our wounded bosoms the soothing balm of vengeance.