The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end

When I find myself having to share a meal with someone who simply wants to complain about the world, I almost feel myself wanting to crawl out of my skin and just sort of scurry away. But being able to pick up on that stuff and being able to easily identify the people walking towards the light instead of walking towards the darkness, that's a skill I'm very, very glad to see growing in myself.

There's something advantageous about being a woman in rock versus, say, a woman in chemistry or construction. There's definitely a built-in sexism across the board, but I think you're afforded a degree of freedom in rock because, historically, the rules have been flexible.

It is terrifying to people when women step up and start owning the story that they have not owned. And I'm seeing so much of this, and it is a seismic shift.

Those who can ask without shame are viewing themselves in collaboration with-rather than in competition with-the world.

If you come across an American artist right now who has no political opinions or is afraid of talking politics, be very concerned.

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