I find that usually when I watch something like horror film, I'm constantly thinking no, it's not going to happen.

I’m not the easiest person to live with. I’m kind of a slob.

I'm so spoiled - I must have a Starbucks vanilla latte every day.

I really can't deny it, I am who I am. I'm pretty normal. I'm not that smooth type of girl. I run into things, I trip, I spill food. I say stupid things... I really don't have it all together.

I'm free of an abusive cult, based on money and power that worships a fictional deity and safely back with the Catholic Church.

I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.

Pretty, and you may be talented, but nobody will remember that if you're mean.

We all keep dreaming, and luckily, dreams come true.

I wasn't very funny or flashy, I was kind of boring.

I got caught kissing. Like by my parents. It was so horrible. It's so embarrassing, I'm blushing.

Becoming a mother has been the most amazing experience - in an instant you become strong. You have to be a little bit wiser; it's the most important job in the world.

If a man is to shed the light of the sun upon other men, he must first of all have it within himself.

We must not only obtain Wisdom: we must enjoy her.

Anger does not solve anything

You've got a lot of choices. If getting out of bed in the morning is a chore and you're not smiling on a regular basis, try another choice.

Satan's survival-of-the-fittest system appears to work- in the short run. But the great controversy is about the long run.

However bad your life appears, things could be far, far worse

The problem is always sin, and the answer is always the Gospel.

Wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, whatever misfortune you may have suffered, the music of your life has not gone. It's inside you - if you listen to it, you can play it.

Black Consciousness therefore takes cognizance of the deliberateness of God's plan in creating Black people black.

God is wild; I am tame....Night falls and an age ends....We call and are answered through the thick foliage, by voices too strange to be our own.