My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.

Be brave and fearless to know that even if you do make a wrong decision, you're making it for a good reason.

I doubt I'll be singing forever, because at some point people aren't going to want to hear my music, and I hope that I'll still get the opportunity to write songs.

When I want to party, I play Beyoncé's "Crazy in Love." That's always been the song that my friends and I get ready to; or before I go on a first date, I play it to feel sexy.

Sometimes my songs wander off a bit and are not always coherent.

I can't write another breakup record. That would be a real cliche.

I am never writing a breakup record again, by the way. I'm done with being a bitter witch.