I get shitty scared. One show in Amsterdam, I was so nervous I escaped out the fire exit. I've thrown up a couple of times. Once in Brussels, I projectile-vomited on someone. I just gotta bear it. But I don't like touring. I have anxiety attacks a lot.

If I were a writer and not a singer in 10 years, I don't know how I'd feel about writing really personal songs and getting someone else to sing them.

I don't want to be on the cover of Playboy or Vogue.

I don’t have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like.

I was about to meet Beyonce, and I had a full-blown anxiety attack. Then she popped in looking gorgeous, and said, "You're amazing! When I listen to you I feel like I'm listening to God."

I don't want to be some skinny mini with my tits out. I really don't want to do it and I don't want people confusing what it is that I'm about.

Regrets and Mistakes, they're Memories made