There's a part of me that is really, really happy with all of my success lately because of what it can get me and what it can buy me in the fact that my music will hopefully reach more people. But it also makes me a little bit miserable because the minute the spotlight is on you, people start flinging sh*t at you for whatever reason.

I think the Internet really sussed things into perspective. Because twelve years ago, I could spend my days on writing and running my band and touring and making posters and practicing with my band and working on my vocals, but I didn't spend a large pie chart of my time sifting through criticism as well, and nowadays I do, and all female artists do, because to be able to promote your work, you need to live in those spaces.

The impulse to connect the dots - and to share what you've connected - is the urge that makes you an artist

Twitter fascinates me because it's real. It feels kind of unreal, but it makes very real things happen.

Life as it should be: all friends, all art, all music, all love, all the time.

Donald Trump is going to make punk rock great again.

I want to be happy. i want to make people happy. i do not need to be rich to do that.