I’ve learned that you can’t predict [love] or plan for it. For someone like me who is obsessed with organization and planning, I love the idea that love is the one exception to that. Love is the one wild card.

I had the most magical childhood, running free and going anywhere I wanted to in my head.

I think there's something so attractive about mystery.

If something happens to me, you're going to hear about it. I only know how to write songs about my life.

Your feelings so are important to write down, to capture, and to remember because today you're heartbroken, but tomorrow you'll be in love again.

If I could go back I wouldn't change anything. If I was popular I would have never left my bubble. I wouldn't have ever tired to do anything different. I would have never become happy.

Went to get coffee today-opened my change purse. Sea shells fell out. Barista goes "Sorry, we only take cash or credit." So there's that.