I hope we all feel more comfortable acknowledging the power of image in our perceived successes and our perceived failures.

My style is definitely not ladylike - frills and bows kinda scare me - but I like the military look because I love that olive green khaki color.

[Models] have the thinnest thighs, the shiniest hair and the coolest clothes, and they're the most physically insecure women probably on the planet.

Models are the most physically insecure women on the planet.

How we look - though it is superficial and immutable - has a huge impact on our lives.

Image is powerful. But image is also superficial.

I have no idea what advantages I truly get, but I know people talk to me and give me time of day because they like how I look.

I think it's cooler when girls have favorite pieces of clothing rather than an entirely new wardrobe every few months.

Having a couple really great basics makes it easy to dress well every day.

I usually decide what to wear in the morning, but sometimes, I'll have a favorite coat or sweater or shoes, and I'll wear them everyday for a week!

Saying that you want to be a model when you grow up is akin to saying that you want to win the Powerball when you grow up. It's out of your control and it's awesome — and it's not a career path.

With God, all things are possible.

If Love is Pure, Love is Simple

One desire, my friends, one: to kill yourself. You must desire this. You must feel that a voyage of discovery is more important than all the little trips which the normal consumer self wants to buy.

The decisions you make today will determine the stories you tell tomorrow.

Those who always have a sense of appreciation and gratitude never reach an impasse in life.

Fortunately there is more wealth in the world than there was at the time of the global economic crisis of 1929 - Chinese, Indian, Arab and Russian.

Why would you ever rest from what you love?

Rhetoric and dialectics can't change what I have learned from observation and experience.

Believe me, it is actions that count.

What's this war in the heart of Nature? Why does Nature vie with itself? The Land contend with the Sea? Is there an avenging power in Nature? Not one power, but two?