I’m really fun. I’m ridiculously fun. I hope I’m infectiously fun.
I hope my music sets up the platform for me to be able to do lots of things – to have a cowboy-boot line, maybe, or do a perfume or makeup deal.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
The secret is not to give up hope. It’s very hard not to because if you’re really doing something worthwhile I think you will be pushed to the brink of hopelessness before you come through the other side.