Even when the attention focused on me is positive, I am uncomfortable being looked at by a lot of people - it's just not my natural state of being.

Opposites attract, and I think temperament is so fundamental that you end up craving someone of the opposite temperament to complete you.

What looks like multitasking is really switching back and forth between multiple tasks, which reduces productivity and increases mistakes by up to 50 percent.

Solitude matters. And for some people it's the air they breathe.

There's zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas.

we have two ears and one mouth and we should use them proportionally

You're told that you're in your head too much, a phrase that's often deployed against the quiet and cerebral. Or maybe there's another word for such people: thinkers.

Introverts are capable of acting like extroverts for the sake of work they consider important, people they love, or anything they value highly.

It's as if they have thinner boundaries separating them from other people's emotions and from the tragedies and cruelties of the world.

I'm continually amazed by how many people who appear to be extroverts are actually introverts.

Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances.

We don’t want to limit what God can do in our children by trying to parent them alone—Trust God to take care of them.

It's not my fate to give up--I know it can't be.

Sometimes moments in life are so perfect you want to freeze frame them

I've been searching for ways to heal myself, and I've found that kindness is the best way.

From the moment I leave my house or my hotel room, the public owns me. The public made Alice Cooper and I can't imagine ever turning my back on my fans.

It's very difficult to make comedy work; I think it's a very underrated genre.

Dynasty was the opportunity to take charge of my career rather than waiting around like a library book waiting to be loaned out.

For my scale, how I grew up and live my life, I'm making plenty of money.

I love jell-o. I love the way it comes in rainbow colours, wiggles and jiggles and looks like brains.

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.