People have offered me opportunities in exchange for sleeping with them. But it’s not 1952 anymore.
I don’t like live television, the only tip I have is just pray.
The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime.
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why.
A man’s ego is just as fragile as a woman’s heart.
I don’t really care about how good a song is, I only want them to reflect what I felt when I was writing them.
For me, the issue of feminism is just not an interesting concept. Whenever people bring up feminism, I’m like, god. I’m just not really that interested.
Down on the West Coast I get this feeling like it all could happen.
Dope and diamonds, dope and diamonds, that’s all that I want.
My baby lives in shades of blue, blue eyes and jazz and attitude.
Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.
Cruel World has been my favourite track from Ultraviolence ever since I recorded it.
I learned that there’s no reason why people decide they like music when they do.
I’m the gangsta Nancy Sinatra.
They judge me like a picture book, by the colors, like they forgot to read.
Life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue.
No matter how many people give me advice, I am going to do what my heart tells me to do.
In New York I pretty much live in diners – I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.
I like to write about the way things used to be and paint pictures of my memories with beautiful words and melodies.
Feeling like you’re respected among the people who do the same thing you do is incredible and necessary.
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?