I’ve always written songs the same way. You learn different tricks – you learn craft, you learn structure, all that – as you go.
I’ve learned through writing that if something made me feel deeply or anything at all, it was worth it.
When I’m 40 and nobody wants to see me in a sparkly dress anymore, I’ll be like: ‘Cool, I’ll just go in the studio and write songs for kids.’
There’s a general rule that I always go by, and it’s that you fall for who you fall for. Whatever small issue you get hung up on, whether it’s because they’re shorter than you, younger than you or they live far away – if you really are crazy about someone, none of that matters.
I am getting to the point where the only love worth being in is the love worth singing about.
Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street; faster than the winds, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly.
Country radio is much more like a family than any other group of people that I’ve met.
I’m Taylor, I’m 11 and I want a record deal.
I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS.
One of my big fears is people saying my songs are all starting to sound the same.
I’d like to think you don’t stop being creative once you get happy.
Ryan Seacrest: Trouble, trouble trouble. So why do girls go for the bad guys, what is it Taylor Swift? Why? Taylor Swift: Because maybe we could change them! Everybody wants to like tame a lion.
I didn’t always have 14,000 people wanting to hang out with me on a Saturday night.
There is nothing wrong with avoiding people who hurt you.
I’ve come to a wonderful realization that is fascinating: I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to love. No one does!
When we’re trying to move on, the moments we go back to aren’t dull ones. They’re the big moments that meant everything.
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time.
In my mind, I see all of my passionate memories in bright, burning Red.
It’s pretty unhealthy to obsess over what people think about you.
You realize the bad guy isn’t wearing a black cape or easy to spot; he’s funny, makes you laugh, and has perfect hair.