Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

I sing the National Anthem, while I'm standing, over your body, hold you like a python.

A lot of the time when I write about the person that I love, I feel like I'm writing about New York.

I knew I wanted to do something creative. I didn't think I'd have the luxury of doing something like that, because I didn't know anyone who had pursued anything they really adored, but I had dreams for singing or writing.

Sometimes I wish I was a beautiful machine so I could resist your kiss and not cry when you're mean.

The thing about me is, coming from an alternative music background and singing for nine years, being basically invisible, I'm so used to writing for myself - and at the end of the day, I do it because I feel like I have to. So when I'm recording or writing, I don't have other people in mind.

I already have success. I had it a long time ago. It's nothing to do with my music. Music is secondary, at this point. The good stuff is really good, but I have success because I'm at peace and I'm a good person in my everyday life and that's important.