I am not a pretty girl. I don't want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.

Let's show them all how it's done, let's do it all imperfectly.

The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.

No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, they'll say you hit what you head for, you get what you ask.

When I was a teenager in the '80s, I was the only girl in the guitar shop. Now if you walk into a music store, it's mostly teenage girls. It's great! It's an expansion of possibilities for young women, finding a way to tools even if they aren't directly handed those tools by adults.

I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.

TIME is not a thing that's ours to lose.