I love the whole makeup of men - that they never mature and are always just boys.

I'm a firm believer that it's not the way you look or what you have, but what you've got inside.

I don't ever really notice when guys are hitting on me. I'm oblivious.

Men are amazing. I love the way they are. They're consistently little boys, and they need to be nurtured and loved. But at the same time, they need to feel like men.

Life is too short not to do a little practical joking.

I think men are a beautiful creation.

I put a lot of faith in dreams. I know that big movie roles and opportunities are going to happen.

It seems a little self-involved to be like, 'Oh, he's hitting on me.' Maybe he's just trying to start up an innocent conversation.

I think there's an innocence to me.

I just didn't know what the heck I wanted to do with my life, so I drove out to California and got really lucky.

I want to clear up a few myths about myself. People have written that I was a kindergarten teacher and a former Miss Texas, and neither is true.

I don't know any sad songs. Except for the funny ones.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?

When time stops, matter stops.

Truly living required risk.

A sky full of silent suns.

The stories of wine lords who trade wine on intimidation or food critics who trade free meals for reviews those are the stories of my life. I am telling the stories of my life in a true way.

If the opposition disarms, well and good. If it refuses to disarm, we shall disarm it ourselves.

If you work on your talent, the plans will fall in automatically.

The cowslip is a country wench.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.