I Was Just A Very Dark Kid.

I Think I Can Define My Entire Life, Virtuosity And Business Philosophy Down To The Core Fundamental That I Absolutely Hate Being Told What To Do. But Like Any Artist Or Any Human Being Out There, I Desperately Want To Be Loved, And I Spend My Entire Life Trying To Balance Those Two Facts.

You're Not Going To Be Perfect, You're Not Going To Stop Berating Yourself, You're Not Going To Stop The Comparisons, You're Not Going To Stop The Judgment, But You Can Become Evermore Mindful Of It, And That Has To Be Good Enough.

I Had A Real Come-to-jesus A Couple Of Years Ago When I Started To See The Direct Line Between Feminism And Everything Else - Feminism And Climate Change, Feminism And Poverty, Feminism And Hunger - And It Was Almost Like I Was Born Again And Started Walking Down The Street And Was Like, "oh, My God, There Are Women Everywhere! They're Just Everywhere You Look. There's Women All Over The Place!"

Sometimes I Have A Terrible Feeling That I Am Dying Not From The Virus, But From Being Untouchable.

There’s No “correct Path” To Becoming A Real Artist. You Might Think You’ll Gain Legitimacy By Going To University, Getting Published, Getting Signed To A Record Label. But It’s All Bullshit, And It’s All In Your Head. You’re An Artist When You Say You Are. And You’re A Good Artist When You Make Somebody Else Experience Or Feel Something Deep Or Unexpected.