Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.

... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can happen at any time too?

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

People who made their dreams come true didn’t simply go after it. They changed the person they were, in order to fit the type of person that would live that type of dream.

I used to want the words "She tried" on my tombstone. Now I want "She did it."

My reputation grows with every failure.

No. No. I don't listen to anyone except my ... inner child anyway. If someone had said to me, Amy, lose a stone which they wouldn't - I don't think I would have listened anyway.

Settle into mystery as you would settle into your most comfortable chair. Listen. Have visions. Lose yourself.

I believe that there's a force of life in the universe, and that when we're writing or making music or painting, we're likely to connect with that flow.

We should allow them to be who they are, because then we end up with healthy kids.

You're not a star until they can spell your name in Karachi.

'Battlefield' was one of those slow-building songs, the way 'Tattoo' was. It was kind of a word-of-mouth hit. The more people heard it, the more they started requesting it on the radio.

Footnotes are the finer-suckered surfaces that allow testicular paragraphs to hold fast to the wider reality of the library.