Sometimes, I think Trent just needs a cup of hot chocolate and a blankie.
I’m not not going to stop giving away what I feel about something.
There’s room for everybody on the planet to be creative and conscious if you are your own person. If you’re trying to be like somebody else, then there is isn’t.
Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They’re like bull elks in a field.
When you don’t have people in your life pushing you, can you push yourself?
I’m not like a poker player. I’m not into bluff. My way is to look someone in the eye and tell them the way I’m intending to go. My cards are always on the table.
I’m a classic emerald green Sixties Jaguar that nobody can own, but my husband is allowed to drive.
You know that saying, bad things don’t happen to good people? That’s a lie.
Cornwall is one of the most beautiful places, with great people – there’s not a great downside to it.
Some people say, I’d give anything to be 30 again. Well, I really wouldn’t. I didn’t enjoy being 30.
People listen to music the way they want to listen to music.
When interviews are good, the conversation can be amazing. Sometimes I’ve had conversations with journalists that I’ve never had with anybody else.
I don’t allow challenges to trip me up.
I collect art books. I have hundreds and hundreds of them and they get me to start hearing things. Sometimes people look at them, but I find that visual art gets me listening, gets me hearing things.
Don’t give up. Don’t listen to these foolish critics that are so small minded they don’t get it tonight.
You don’t have to apologize for growing and learning and changing your mind.
Containment of your opinion is a must if you are going to nurture an artist’s development.
What I wished another songwriter would have told me years and years ago is that your circumstances make up your story, and no one has exactly your story. It is your very own. You need never envy someone else’s life story. Not as a songwriter.
Our generation has an incredible amount of realism, yet at the same time it loves to complain and not really change. Because, if it does change, then it won’t have anything to complain about. I think our generation loves our pain, and if you dare take it away from us, we’re going to kill you. We like our pain. And we’re packaging it, and we’re selling it.
But over the years you can cultivate hate for the art you love.
I must become my own owner, my own authority. I must be a home to myself, and I must find a way to live what I believe.