I never have time to have a dinner. I have to eat while I'm memorizing lines. The only way to maintain energy is to eat all day long. I must eat all day long.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am really into hair. I'm a real girly girl and love doing my hair and experimenting with different styles.

Classic Christmas cookies are really time-consuming. Instead, make a bar you can bake in a pan and just cut up, like a brownie or a blondie or a shortbread, which still has that Christmas vibe.

My biggest complaint with tights is that they do not accommodate skinny-ankled people like myself.

I like to play the ukulele, but I'm not, like, awesome at it. I mostly play the piano and the guitar.

Nothing's better than a picnic.

Always the aim for me is making people feel like they are not alone. That's just the greatest feeling.

A lot of people work out to be skinny. That's so boring, and it seems like a depressing goal for a modern woman.

I remember having this friend in school who said she didn't like the Beach Boys. And in that moment I knew we couldn't be friends anymore.

It's never too late for a coffee. After all it's morning somewhere in the world.

After staring at origami directions long enough, you sort of become one with them and start understanding them from the inside.

To the very last, the desire to challenge oneself and understand more. And to the very last: doubt.

No, of course not. I just feel content, ” she said carefully.“That’s an old person’s word, ” said Ethan.

Men are not against you they are merely for themselves.

Believe me, religions are on the wrong track the moment they moralize and fulminate commandments. God is not needed to create guilt or to punish. Our fellow men suffice, aided by ourselves.

Life is laughter when seen in a long shot, but it is a tragedy when seen in a close-up.

Even the evil-looking bird perched on a rod in the bar had stopped screeching out the names and addresses of local contract killers, which was a service it provided for free.

Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .

But I think the real tension lies in the relationship between what you might call the pursuer and his quarry, whether it's the writer or the spy.

When I was fifteen years old, the only distinction in music my friends and I made was [that] there's music made by people with short hair and music made by people with long hair.

The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.