Baker, baker, can you explain, if truly his heart was made of icing.

I'm a winter girl. I like coming out when things are desolate and everybody's ready to slit their wrists.

Is your place in heaven worth giving up these kisses

Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They're like bull elks in a field.

People assume that all artists make for terrible business people, but I'm in complete charge of my own career.

I think that the nightmares are telling me things about myself that I need to know. And I try to understand what they mean, so I can get to know something more about my soul.

I produce the records. I don't hand over control to some really expensive producer who then talks to the record company and then tries to bend me to their will - for commercial purposes.