I'm not a very organized person.

Beauty is when you can appreciate yourself. When you love yourself, that's when you're most beautiful.

I live in Brooklyn, in Williamsburg, so I just like to wander around. Williamsburg's such a cool little neighborhood community spot.

I'm happy to just sit in a cafe and watch people. It's my favorite thing to do, for sure.

Be confident, and just do it. It's all about not questioning what everyone else is thinking, since they're probably looking to others to know what is or isn't cool.

Im a total weirdo and have often felt like an outcast and a freak, and I love that. It makes things so much more exciting.

I'm pretty much a thrift shop gal. Flea markets on Sundays.

Turquoise is my birthstone; Im a Sagittarius.

I see the human in everyone and everything. No one is more important than anyone else; I still hang out with my high school friends.

When you're making an independent film and you care about it so much you do all the prep work beforehand.

That's my approach to makeup in general, highlight something, what you love about yourself, but don't cover anything up, or distract from what you actually look like.

...but how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?

Sharing the same passionate love with another person, gives a feeling of being alive! The experience of something real, is unforgettable.

Maybe you should stop putting so much faith into what you read in books.

Seek out positive people who have achieved the success you want to create in your own life. Remember the adage: “Never ask advice of someone with whom you wouldn’t want to trade places.

If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone.

Nostalgia is one of the legitimate and certainly one of the most enduring of human emotions; but the politics of nostalgia is at best distracting, at worst pernicious.

When I create a sports costume, I remember that it must not look - how do you say? - bedraggled.

When Mother died I was both freed and abandoned, as are we all at this profound juncture in our lives.

Minute and elaborately finished pictures never strongly impress the mind, and are but mere curiosities to gratify persons insensible to higher excellencies.

Of what import are brief, nameless lives . . . to Galactus?