I do like to pop in and help my friends out when I can, or be a part of their projects.

I love little Peter Pan collars and little puff sleeves.

I never underestimate the power of hot rollers for your hair and eyelash curlers for your eyelashes.

I don't believe in guilty pleasures. If you enjoy something, there's nothing guilty about it.

No one cares what you ate for breakfast. Unless it's something really spectacular, don't tweet me your breakfast, I don't care.

I know so many people who actually just watch television on their computers now and don't even really watch their TV anymore.

My mother accidentally gave me food poisoning. She fed me baby carrots for a snack before Christmas dinner - but they had expired in June! I threw up for the next 24 hours.

Every episode has a purpose to move the story forward.

Becoming a mom allowed me to just relax in a way I never had before. I used to care a lot about what I looked like in public or what people thought of me. I care at least 40 percent less now.

I've always liked being funny and making people laugh. I was a cut-up when I was a kid, and was always doing bits for my friends and family.

I'm actually incapable of lying. I'm like a parody of a person who can't lie.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

I am (thank God!) constitutionally superior to reason.

Evolution is not humane, but we could be.

Women like me. Women love me, so if I really wanted to involve the women, I don't have to assault the women.

In my heart, I've never left Brazil.

It was genuinely eye-opening for me to read Tolstoy or Steinbeck or Colette for the first time and to feel as though they were speaking to me.

Morality, a muzzle for the will; logic, a climbing iron for the mind.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

Vanity is so superficial. It doesn't provide the grounds for progress.

The older I get, the more I feel like an exile, that I don't belong here. And I don't. I was made for heaven, and my heart is longing for it.