Some men do think I'm a psycho bunny-boiler.

A little bit of anorexia, a little bit of bulimia. I'm not totally OK now but I don't think any woman is.

Here in England, everyone's a pop star, innit, whereas in America they believe in the term artist.

I've had everything pierced at some point.

I'm my own worst critic, and if I don't pull off what I think I wanted to do in my head, then I won't be a happy girl.

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn't that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

There are certain songs I cannot hear because they are so personal that it hurts me to listen.