I often find it's just the confidence that makes you sexy, not what your body looks like. It's how you feel about yourself that makes you sexy.

Look at people for an example, but then make sure to do things your way. Surround yourself with positive people.

You have to stand for what you believe in and sometimes you have to stand alone.

Life is so much bigger, grander, higher, and wider than we allow ourselves to think.

I decided early on that I was going to put on my crown and rule my world by acting right and treating myself like a queen.

I don’t want to be a supermodel; I want to be a role model.

My mom will make me walk the dogs or take out the trash when I go home.

Every woman is a queen, and we all have different things to offer.

No one ever got ahead by going through the motions. You have to constantly be improving yourself. Make your life the masterpiece you want it to be.

I really don't know how to be anyone else, and whenever I try to be anyone else, I fail miserably. Or I disappoint myself. It doesn't build my self-esteem, and it doesn't help me grow me at all.

When I was around 18, I looked in the mirror and said, 'You're either going to love yourself or hate yourself.' And I decided to love myself. That changed a lot of things.

To live without an aim is to wander in a wilderness.

A good man never makes excuses, a smart man is never in a position to need one.

Ballet for a rainy day Silent film of melting miracle play Dancing out there through my window To the backdrop of a slow descending grey

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." Why? Because every human being has a root in the Unity, and to reject the minutest particle of the Unity is to reject it all.

It'd be cool to chipmunk-ize "The Virgin Suicides" soundtrack. All this ethereal French music, I think that would be unique to listen to.

Night is a very good and very close friend of a writer!

People think I must have been so talented at an early age, but I don't know - was it talent or hard work? Who knows?

It's a very special thing when you go and get to work with your best friend every day.

On my first day in New York a guy asked me if I knew where Central Park was. When I told him I didn't, he said: Do you mind if I mug you here?

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.