I am a hooker with a heart of gold.

Life is not for the faint of heart.

I have a theory that self-made, first-generation actresses don't feel entitled to success.

I definitely would rather take a nap than get angry.

In my experience of living, for a time, in the underbelly of society, I spent a lot of time in various holding cells.

It's a wild thing, that people have the ability to help each other by just relating to one another.

I have a deep compassion for the idea that it's okay to be myself. The idea that anything 'other' is bad and wrong and broken is so wildly off base.

Remember when we didn't live in the future? When we were young, it was not the future yet.

Beauty was never really my trip. Maybe those roles are attracted to me?

Life is a wildly transient thing with people coming into your life and dropping away. It definitely takes work to maintain relationships.

Existence itself is disconcerting and disorienting.

If knew more about Alzheimer's and the Brain, your mind will be blow and most cases you will confused...

I can't say I was ever lost but I was bewildered once for three days.

This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.

In reality, American girls are among the most outspoken, ambitious, successful girls in the history of the human race.

I let God be the judge and I believe that we worship a just and fair God who won't punish innocent people unnecessarily.

To love life is to love God. Harder and more blessed than all else is to love this life in one's sufferings, in undeserved sufferings.

My imperfections will never override God’s promises. God’s promises are not dependent on my ability to always choose well, but rather on His ability to use well.

The Ten Commandments are for lame brains. The first five are solely for the benefit of the priests and the powers that be; the second five are half truths, neither complete nor adequate.

Slowly we have lifeted ourselves by our own bootstraps. Step by halting step, we have beat our way back

All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve - Street Spirit has no resolve. It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end.