I cried myself to sleep wishing I was ugly because men leered and disrespected me.

I have two roommates, so it's a challenge to keep the house the way I like.

If Americans could choose, would they choose to work on the infrastructure for cancer-causing oil power or would they choose to work on the infrastructure for health-reviving wind power?

It's not your circumstances that make or break your day. It's your attitude!

I just like short hair on women; I think its cool.

I'm very picky when it comes to men. I come across a man who I'm really attracted to about once every five years.

I'm surrounded by people who care about me and love me. I have a great job. I have wonderful roommates who take care of me. I have a family who adores me.

Acting is something I appreciate, and I think it's been an amazing experience. But I'm not passionate about acting the way you probably should be to call yourself an actor.

There is a little bit of evil in all of us, and it's very easy to draw that out.

I'm a very stubborn woman and I'm from a very stubborn family of headstrong women. I have sisters, so the women rule the coop in my house.

I love my home. It's the only thing I really spend money on. I don't really spend a lot of money on anything else. No fancy cars. No designer clothes.

You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

All humans are brothers. We came from the same supernova

André Kertész has two qualities that are essential for a great photographer: an insatiable curiosity about the world, about people, and about life, and a precise sense of form.

Man becomes greater in proportion to knowing himself and his faculties. Let him become conscious of what he is and he will soon also learn what he should be.

My especial object is to help the poor; the rich can help themselves. I believe in self-made men.

Everyone knows that not all change is good or even necessary. But in a world that is constantly changing, it is to our advantage to learn how to adapt and enjoy something better.

Even the gods are moved by the voice of entreaty.

If I could do it over, I'd do better.

For what is the self-complacent man but a slave to his own self-praise.

No one, evidently, except me has found "No Alarms" poem ironical that an obsessive theme in my writing was - and has continued to be - not being able to write.