I think "waste of your brain" is something that my mother would say to me occasionally - I think it's usually when I'm telling her something like that I can remember every outfit I've ever worn.

Hands up if you’re ready to do something you’ll regret this weekend. Go forth! You have my blessing.

I think I should get a bigger between-the-song persona, so then I'm not wandering around the stage like some mad old auntie that's saying hello to people and falling over.

When I'm singing I'm always trying to get to the highest point possible. I'd fly to the top of Buckingham Palace to sing to the queen.

I like a house party and fancy dress, a big fan of fancy dress, like dress up, costume parties.

I try to maintain a healthy dose of daydreaming, to remain sane.

Having a soul, they say, is like taking sadness and turning it into something beautiful.

If you do something with your whole heart and it's a mistake, you can live with that.

I like the idea of not being afraid of letting your imagination rule you, to feel the freedom of expression, to let creativity be your overwhelming drive rather than other things.

Sometimes I find that music is so much more attractive than love. I don’t know… It’s like some kind of euphoria, that love can’t bring to you.

You should have high expectations for yourself and others should come second.

Does your love reach this far, God? And if it extends to heaven and beyond… why can’t it seem to find me?

At an early age I learned that people make mistakes, and you have to decide if their mistakes are bigger than your love for them.

The army don’t teach enlisted men how to fly, ” I said, trying to hold onto my dignity. “We gotta do that for ourselves.

It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls

I know plenty of actors smarter than me with better taste than me who love horror movies and love sci-fi and it just doesn't make sense to me.

What makes a set of lines and colors into art is the relationship between this line and that one; the way one color or form echoes another in a different part of the canvas.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

People who say it was her father who prepared her for the post of prime minister, it was her father who launched her, are wrong.

Macroeconomic adjustment programmes are tailor-made to the situation of the country concerned and no models or templates are used.

When you're stressed out or nervous, the logical side of your brain goes out the window and you have no idea what's happening. But, that is a lot of fun. It feels like you are an action hero.