All this is a dream to me. Everything, the applause, the fans asking for autographs, the trips, all that is a dream.

You can't be afraid of what people are going to say, because you're never going to make everyone happy.

Never look back. If Cinderella had looked back and picked up the shoe she would have never found her prince.

You are not defined by an Instagram photo, by a 'Like,' by a comment. That does not define you.

What makes you different is what makes you beautiful

I may not be perfect, but i'm always me

Being yourself is all it takes. If you want to impress someone don't be someone else just be yourself.

If you love something, set it free. And if it really loves you, it will find a way to come back.

My perfect guy wears converse, is totally laid back, and doesn't worry about being cool.

I don't really like dressing up. Some people probably think actresses dress up everywhere they go. I'm in sweatpants half the time with my hair in a ponytail.

All the people who knock me down, only inspire me to do better.

Those persons achieves the success who sustains their beliefs among the change of conditions.

The genre has moved into this commercial aspect of itself, and ignored this extraordinarily rich literature that's filed everywhere else except under travel.

When we commit ourselves to writing for some part of each day, we are happier, more enlightened, alive, light-hearted and generous to everyone else. Even our health improves.

Like one of [Donald] Trump's sons said this is a huge step down for him to run for president. Like he's not doing it - let's just be clear.

Your favorite virtue? An appreciation for irony.

To speak technically photography is the art of writing with light. But if I want to think about it more philosophically , I can say that photography is the art of writing with time.

Writing a biography is not a love affair. It’s not a marriage. It’s a job, it’s a piece of work.

Just as the winds whip up the sea, so does anger stir confusion in the mind.

I ate one anchovy, and that is why I did not eat two anchovies.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.