I have an underdog spirit in me, and now it feels weird to kind of get my own way more often than not.

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.

Humans had built a world inside the world, which reflected it in pretty much the same way as a drop of water reflected the landscape. And yet ... and y

For who can we be, but ourselves.

Happy people plan actions they don't plan results.

The English instinctively admire any man who has no talent and is modest about it.

I like 1.e4 very much, but my results are better with 1.d4.

Religious bondage shackles and debilitates the mind and unfits it for every noble enterprise, every expanded prospect.

Friendship is nothing else than an accord in all things, human and divine, conjoined with mutual goodwill and affection.

Attachment is the root cause of all misery. Possessiveness is nourishment for the ego.

I'm not really a good singer. But most people aren't, either.

Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.