I Feel An Extraordinary Amount Of Sympathy

I Wanted To Feel Like I Could Extend Someone Else's Joy And Not Crush It, And That Is The Giant Paradox Nowadays Of Being A Powerful Woman: You Want To Live In A Space Of Compassion And Helpfulness And Joy And Expression, And The World Is Standing There, Pointing The Finger At You And Telling You That You're Greedy And Domineering And Attention-grabbing, And All You Can Do Is Shrug And Just Say, "hopefully, Someone Out There Understands And Isn't Misinterpreting."

I Have A Handful Of Really Close Relationships In My Life And I Depend On Those People Heavily To Carry Me Through And To Help Me Stay Steady.

I Feel An Extraordinary Amount Of Sympathy For Anybody Working At A Major Label Right Now Because Their Lives Are Over.

I Think One Of The Greatest Gifts You Can Give To Someone Is Just Access To The Possibility Of Freedom That You Don't Have To Be Totally Depressed And Enslaved By Your Own Environment.

If Your Writing Is Good, If It Resonates, If It Connects The Dots For Anybody Out There, The Lovers Will Come, The Haters Will Come, Support Will Come — Sometimes In The Form Of Money, Sometimes In The Form Of Something Less Expected — And It Balances.