I have a personality defect where I sort of refuse to see myself as an underdog... It's because of my parents. They raised me with the entitlement of a tall, blond, white man.

I'm not overweight. I flucuate between chubby and curvy.

I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, picture-hanging man. I don't care if he takes prescription drugs for cholesterol or hair loss.

There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.

I have a thick skin, which comes from being a not-really-skinny, dark-skinned Indian woman. I haven’t fit in every place, and so I’m kind of used to resistance.

I, like most women, I dress for other women, I think. If I was going to dress for men, I think in general I would be just wearing, like, a fitted black T-shirt and tight jeans every day.

If you are going to ask your crush for their phone number, you are one of the small group of women I am so jealous of.

Running is a quick trigger for a good mood. The great thing about endorphins, you don't have to be in great shape to get them.

Sometimes you just have to put on lip gloss and pretend to be psyched.

There's the psychotic ambitious side of myself that wants a fashion line and my own network and be like a combination of Oprah and Gwen Stefani. And have a perfume. Definitely a perfume.

Right now, I'm hankering for new adventures... Ninety percent of the time I'm having romantic-comedy fantasies in which I'm wearing little pencil skirts and hurrying down to the subway.

I feel like this is a horror story. That's how scared I am right now."Don't be scared.""That doesn't help.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with a part of another people are friends in spots.

Whenever you're the child of a famous person, you get judged in odd ways because of that.

Medical men have searched the world for remedies, desiring an antidote. Chiropractors find the cause in the person ailing.

I have a ball - and it keeps my heart rate up. I get to wear fabulous clothes. I get to make people laugh. That's my core business, and that's where I'll always return.

Seekers are offered clues all the time from the world of spirit. Ordinary people call these clues coincidences

I don't regret any tweets. I'm not a tweeter and deleter. So I have no regrets.

Last night I had a dream. When I got to Africa, I had one hell of a rumble. I had to beat Tarzan's behind first, for claiming to be King of the Jungle.

We value-packs, you all small fries.

In 1975 I decided that there was no future in flying (airline jobs were impossible to get, and who wants a job where you are judged only by seniority?) and headed off to grad school.