I'm not even going to be able to remember the boy who broke up with me over the phone in 25 seconds when I was 18.

She can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile.

If guys don't want me to write bad songs about them, they shouldn't do bad things.

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.

You start to realize that the things that are different about you are the things that make you special. And, as cliche as at that sounds, you realize that if you are lucky enough to have something that is different about you...don't try to hide it. I don't try to blend in anymore, it's all about standing out.

I don't know if you know who you are, until you lose who you are.

And you know there’s nothing like writing a song about someone who’s mean to you, and just makes your life miserable…and then winning a Grammy for it.