I used to love to make things - you couldn't drag me away for dinner because I was always writing a story or something.

There aren't many poster children for cool angst. Everybody thinks it's cool if you're the bad girl.

I wanted to write a happy song. I didn't know how.

My derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon around you but by the time I'm close to you I lose my desideratum.

Heaven help me for the way I am, save me from these evil deeds before I get them done.

I didn't want to be precious about things. Of course, the idea is to make great music, but if you have great musicians up there, it gives me some leeway to play around a little bit.

The worst pain in the world is shame.