Nothing Is Crueller Than Children Who Come

I Think The Internet Really Sussed Things Into Perspective. Because Twelve Years Ago, I Could Spend My Days On Writing And Running My Band And Touring And Making Posters And Practicing With My Band And Working On My Vocals, But I Didn't Spend A Large Pie Chart Of My Time Sifting Through Criticism As Well, And Nowadays I Do, And All Female Artists Do, Because To Be Able To Promote Your Work, You Need To Live In Those Spaces.

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.

Those Who Can Ask Without Shame Are Viewing Themselves In Collaboration With-rather Than In Competition With-the World.

If I Were A Guy, It Would Be, You Know, Just A Different Set Of Problems I Have To Carry Along.

You Tour And You Work Hard And You Take Care Of Your Fans And Very Real Things Lead To Other Real Things. There's Never Been Some Fantastic Fluke Or Break In My Career, It Has All Been Very Slow And Steady.