I'm afraid of happy people. They're chemically unbalanced.

I refuse to step inside the ring and fight like a gladiator against my own. I'm not playing that game. Any woman who has survived a year or more of making music has my undying respect.

Ps. I am pretty certain Beyonce doesn't need you fighting any battles on her account. Seems like she's got everything covered perfectly well on her own.

I was always embarrassed because my dad wore a suit and my mother wore flat pumps and a cozy jumper while my friends' parents were punks or hippies.

People don't associate red hair, pale skin, and freckles with beauty.

Somehow or another, my mother taught me to push through my fear, always. Feel the fear and do it anyway.

It's definitely an intrinsic part of my makeup that makes me want to see black when everyone else is seeing white.