I don't mind a dirty girl. But what I find tragic is when we, as women, become not the subject of our own story but someone else's object.

The word 'confession,' to me, means needing to be absolved. I'm not asking for forgiveness. I'm not asking people to understand. I'd like to think that I tell stories and sometimes my life weaves through it.

Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.

I think everyone understands grief, the journey it takes us on, whether it's the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship, a disappointment. Some people don't deal with it, the power of it. Some do. Some feel the weight of it and it informs their choices. I've had to open up to grief in different contexts.

Your apocalypse was fab.

My husband doesn't know what my songs are about - even when they're about him. He's very British in that way. He doesn't ask, and he doesn't want to be told.

So then I though I'd make some plans, but Fire thought she'd really rather be Water instead.