And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

My absolute favorite meal in Nashville is sweet-potato pancakes at Pancake Pantry.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together

When I was 8 years old, it mattered what my favorite singer said and wore and expressed opinions about. And if I have a chance to matter to the growth and hopes and wishes of little girls, that's something I can't take lightly. So I do factor them in when I'm thinking about what to wear, and what to say, and whether or not to go out to bars even thought I'm not twenty-one.

It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair.

When I was younger we had a grape arbor, and my mom would go out and pick grapes and make grape jam in the sink - boil it, put it in jars, and give it away as gifts.

I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down.