I attract a different kind of boy when my hair's red. I get more quality men - like a more thoughtful, nerdy dude.

I just don't want to be the damsel in distress. I'll scream on the balcony, but you've got to let me do a little action here.

I wanted to get an angel wings tatooed on my back, as a guardian thing.

You can never control who you fall in love with, even when you're in the most sad, confused time of your life. You don't fall in love with people because they're fun. It just happens.

Boys frustrate me. I hate all their indirect messages, I hate game playing. Do you like me or don't you? Just tell me so I can get over you.

I'm happiest when I'm just hanging out with my friends... it really doesn't matter what we do.

I've never had a teenage rebellion, I'm not that type of person. I always work out my problems in a conscientious way.

The real secret to total gorgeousness is to believe in yourself.

But the real secret to total gorgeousness is to believe in yourself, have self confindence, and try to be secure in your decisions and thoughts.

My favourite food at the moment is Pasta, “with tons of shaved Parmesan on the side. Not crumbly but like the hunks, you know what I meanwhen you get the thin slices.

I'm very mature for my age, but I'm also innocent in a lot of ways.

Sometimes in life we must slowly distant ourselves from people and places we feel unconformable. Don't feel bad feel freedom.

The mystery in "Eyes of your Eyes" can never be found in the interstellar space unless you encounter timelessness.

The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics.

I was the most famous kid in the United States. That was 1936.

I don't have a warm personal enemy left. They've all died off. I miss them terribly because they helped define me.

Those who are devoted to amusements; who love the society of those who love pleasure, have an aversion to religious exercises.

It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.

Romance was a game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of playing cards. Like bridge you had to pretend you were playing for money or playing for some stakes.

Who is here with you?” “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Who is here with you?” he repeated, harshly this time. “You are.” “What is my name?” “Reyes

There is no time like the pleasant.