I like to hike with my dog, Webster. It helps clear my mind.

The way the world underestimates me will be my greatest weapon.

What I say now is that the way the world underestimates me will be my greatest weapon. People pat me on the head, and I go to myself, oh, and aren't they going to be surprised.

I've had a couple of long relationships. And I've had a couple of shorter relationships.

I'm close with my parents. I have a lot of acquaintances, but my very good close friends are few I can count my very good friends on one hand. And that's how I like it to be.

I've been doing a lot of hiking, which I love

Actually, I take it as a compliment. Diva is a derivative of divine. That's quite a title to carry around.

But it kills me, this fascination with celebrities' personal lives.

I just can't eat without my sunglasses.

No, I am who I am. Im not going to change for anybody.

Whenever you move, I think you lose your history.

The difference between false memories and true ones is thesame as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look themost real, the most brilliant.

Have you ever heard of the theory that it is better for one man to die than an entire nation to suffer? Do you believe that to be true? Is it ever okay to take a life in hopes of saving others?

My eyes were closed, they're open now

In a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you.

God is the indwelling and not the transient cause of all things.

If you were out of a job and your kid needed diapers and your husband just left you, you would be so confused.

In this day and age, you gotta be a profiler to really know who people are, which most of us are not. So, we need time and life to start happening for people to really show their trust colors.

What barrier is so insurmountable as silence?

I haven't really written my plays and books - I've heard them. The stories are there already, singing in your genes and in your blood.

He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing, teasing, more alive in memory than I m in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.