I just feel as though it's become a situation where people have manifested this caricature of who I am, and they act as if there's no real person inside of it.

Everyone has highs and lows that they have to learn from, but every morning I start off with a good head on my shoulders, saying to myself, 'It's going to be a good day!'.

I don't know if I am cut out to playing a bad character or not - I really should give it a shot. I would like to play the voice of a baddie, but that's really just a cop-out!

I just love fashion. I think it just expresses who you are so much.

I'm not that girl from Freaky Friday any more! I'm a real adult. In fact, I hate children! I hate them all!

During the past five years, I've learned that time flies faster than you think, and because you only live once you have to learn from your mistakes, live your dreams and be accountable.

My motto is: Live every day to the fullest - in moderation.

I live without regrets. There are certain things I have done, mistakes that I made, that I would change, but I don't regret them at all, because I've learnt from them.

My brother Cody is 19. He wants to stay out of the limelight and become a lawyer. I want him to be an entertainment lawyer, so he can help me out!

I say too much sometimes, but I'm honest, that's the important thing.

I love my red hair. It makes me spunkier.

Stories can start revolutions.

Like a bird, when his cage is opened, stays on his perch, dazzled by freedom, the postponed traveler does not see that his cage, with its bars of anxiety, it is open.

If I was at the club you know I balled(bald), CHEMO.

That is my major preoccupation, memory, the kingdom of memory. I want to protect and enrich that kingdom, glorify that kingdom and serve it.

I've never taken a role where I don't like a person on the page. Sometimes there are changes that need to be made.

I played because I loved it. It was incredible when they told me they were going to sign me and they were going to give me money.

To consider mankind other than brethren...plainly supposes a darkness of understanding.

The conscience of human never allows us to be quited with the unjustice.

Most writers are trying to find what they think or feel. . . not simply working from the given, but toward the given, saying the unsayable and steadily asking, "What do I really feel about this?

You must remember garden catalogues are as big liars as house-agents.