I'm a natural blonde, but I feel like a brunette.

Once I took a bus from my home in Maryland to Philadelphia to live on the streets with some musicians for a few weeks, and then my parents sent me to boarding school at Andover to shape me up.

Believe it or not, I'm a big fan of patchouli oil. I know it's not a universally liked fragrance. I usually combine it with other essential oils - I have many mixtures I like.

I think it's very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do.

In a thousand years, archeologists will dig up tanning beds and think we fried people as punishment.

I'm a natural blonde, but I feel like a brunette. I feel like people treat me now how I should be treated. People used to be shocked, when I was blond, that I wasn't stupid.

Enjoy the pregnancy, not racing ahead and relishing the moment. I think people see pregnancy as something to get over with, but every stage of becoming a mother is really special.

I am so saddened and grossed out by young women who look like creepy, old aliens because of their new Barbie noses and lips. Is that a smile or a grimace?

We need to remind ourselves of the beauty of human connection and of nature and pull ourselves out of devices for a moment and appreciate what it is just to be human beings.

I love eye makeup. I really like doing a cat eye, playing with liquid liners and different colors of liners, like emerald and deep blues, combining them with black.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

Only be rebellious for good reasons.

Look at your own behaviors and ask yourself, “Would I want to be my friend???

I have become a trailblazer for my destiny

Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.

Oh, escape is easy once you have the right plan.' 'Do we have the right plan?' 'Not yet.' 'Do we have any plan?' 'Not yet.

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

A Christian is a walking sermon. They preach far more than a minister does, for they preach all week long.

The discovery of various phenomena has led to a recognition of the fact that the chemical atom is an individual which again is itself made up of several units into a selfcontained whole.

All perfection is melancholy.