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

I've done things that can be made fun of. It's not such a bad thing. If I'm going to end up a role model, then I'd rather not end up being the kind of role model that pretends to be perfect, and pretends that she always has the right thing to say. I'm a product of role models that didn't make me feel like I was as good as them.

I don't want to make this sound negative at all, but in the best way possible I freaking give up. I give up. You can't try and make your life perfect. I'm just trying to have a good time, and I'm just trying to appreciate the things that I have around me. I give up on the 'dream' dream. I think that it's all a dream. I think it's all wonderful and terrible. And I give up in the nicest way.

Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.

I think I'm better at live shows than I used to be because I'm way more comfortable with the uncomfortable pauses between songs.

I've never been to the websites. It's a lot healthier for me to keep out of the conversations about me.

In a strange way, I'm way more comfortable onstage than anywhere else.