I think I am a late-bloomer. My taste in music just keeps getting better.

Most of the time, the creative part is like playing in a sandbox. I can sit here and work for 12 hours and not get tired of it.

The way I work is mostly unconscious and instinctive.

Before I moved to Brooklyn to pursue music, I was a high school dropout and speed freak who'd been living with her dealer boyfriend in Bucks County, Pennsylvania at 16.

It is a good thing to let someone else's vision take over, and it has always been a good thing in the end.

After being in the creative, hermetic state I have been in, coming out has been painful, but it is getting easier.

I think that it's always more interesting to combine familiar sounds together in a new way and with newer sounds if you can make it work, rather than sticking to just one style too strictly.

I love the feeling of nostalgia vying with the present. That can be from song to song, or within the same song.

You always want an album to sound like its own little planet.

When I moved to New York in my 20s, I didn't have an obnoxious ego, but it was huge! I'll thought, "I'll never die and I can do anything."

The hard part was when I went into the studio with co-producer Eric Broucek, and he started slashing my demos. I always sweat that.

Discontented women are like pressure cookers. The steam rises and one day they just reach boiling point.

You've got to marinate your head, in that time and culture.You've got to become them."(Speaking about researching, and reading, and immersing yourself in History)

There's nothing worth the wear of winning but laughter and the love of friends.

I recognize we will pay more attention when we have different leadership.

To me the footballs are approved by the league and game officials pregame and we play with what's out there. That's the only way that I have ever thought about that.

I speak and the child plays: who can be more serious than we are?

As long as I look into the muzzles, nothing can happen to me. Only if he pulls lead am I in danger.

Why in the case of the ear, is there withdrawal and turning inward, a making resonant, but in the case of the eye, there is manifestation and display, a making evident?

Colin thought about the dork mantra: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a dirty lie.

When I am scared of something, I run towards it, instead of away from it.