My parents are very quirky, eccentric. They have their own world.

My mother is very emotional as well, but my dad is more of the guts of the family. He was the main preacher, so he kind of had this little Pentecostal flair, but they are born-again.

I come from a very non-accepting family, but I'm very accepting.

I'd go to the farmers' market in Santa Barbara, and I'd put out my guitar case, and I'd test out these little ditty songs that I would write, and I would get a couple of avocados, a bag of pistachios, and, like, fifteen bucks. That was a lot of money for me.

I can feel a phoenix inside of me. I can see the heavens but I still hear the flames calling out my name.

When I first started out, I was really attracted to having my own sense of style because I started swing dancing, lindy hop, and jitterbug.

I unfortunately still crave chicken McNuggets and bacon, which is the meat candy of the world.