My heart is broken... I'm lying here My thoughts are choking On you my dear.

You can't complain about the pressures, the paparazzi, the madness. Because that is the job. I've always understood that's the deal.

My mom wouldn't let me sing 'Strawberry Wine' because it had 'wine' in it.

It's easiest to write songs when I'm either really in love or really mad at a guy. It's just always best when I'm feeling superemotional.

Why do you have to go and make Things so complicated.

It's so ridiculous, I can barely stop. I can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream. You're so fabulous, you're so good to me baby, baby.

I have to fight to keep my image really me... I rejected some gorgeous publicity shots because they just didn't look like me.