I finally feel content with my work. My fruit has started to ripen. I'm able to dissect emotion properly and distill it into a song that reverberates in a truthful place.

I'd love to try and teach Donald Trump how to write a song. I'd love to put him in a room with another person - someone who's protesting him at the Women's March. I'd put the three of us in a room and all write a song together. If that can happen, it proves we can get over our differences.

Art and life go together. I have to have a life filled with experiences to make art, and I have to have art around me to live well.

I actually feel pretty inspired and hopeful by the fact that protests are becoming the norm now. They're less part of fringe society and more a part of mainstream society. That's exciting. There is no fringe anymore. We should all be included.

I think when you mature, you realize that you really don't have to do anything you don't want to do or be represented in a way that doesn't suit you.

I have a photograph of my grandfather driving a donkey cart barefoot.

I'm into cotton underwear. I don”t need cheetah print leather to make me feel sexy.