I'm the only girl songwriter that fights for a lot of things. I fight for songwriting fees, which record labels want you to shut up about.

I'm young. You can't just sit there and be satisfied.

I don't really start writing until later in the night. I'm a night owl.

Acting becomes my real job, writing becomes my second job, and then when I turn 50, I think I'm going to open up an interior decorating company.

I have a thing - I call it magic - but I feel like I can write stuff down in the middle of the night and wake up and it happens. I write what I want in my journal.

I'm going to become a real professional actress.

I'm not looking to be an artist to make money. I'm looking to be an artist.

I'm more than a songwriter. I'm a creative person. Some people you just always see. I won't allow you to see me unless it makes sense. There's a reason to see me.

I try to reach for the stars because if you say you want something small and it happens, you don't believe it. So I try to say something wild and crazy.

I just like to stay creative. Anything that can keep my mind going.

I'm a songwriter who just wants to bring people great songs.

We often seek beauty in the outside, in the unknown, and often lack to realize the sheer beauty right in front of our very eyes, back home.

Why should I even bother? What's the point, really?"He thought for a moment. "Who says there has to be a point?" he asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

You will be the death of me, woman.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

We can create as magnificent an environment as we like, but unless we change the heart it's all a waste of time.

How do I confront aging? With a wonder and a terror. Yeah, I'll say that. Wonder and terror.

A huge portion of Trump voters are incredibly pleased with how he's performing. They see what they want to see.

A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined.

Each day is an occasion to reinvent ourselves

The best part of human language, properly so called, is derived from reflection on the acts of the mind itself.