I stress out so much about the red carpet and interviews and pictures, and, you know, not getting my skirt tucked in my knickers.

People go down bad paths and they make bad decisions, but it's always justified in their head.

I once had someone say to me in an interview, 'You are more ugly on the screen than in real life.'

It's not like I've ever been the popular pretty girl at school or anything. I was always such a weirdo.

People really want to see what I'm up to, and that's crazy. It's a really lovely feeling. It's kind of scary, but a good scary. It's a lovely position to be in.

Whether I like it or not, I've become influential to people.

I'm a little bit awkward on Twitter; like, I'm never really sure what to say.

People don't always do what they say they're going to do.

You know sometimes when you're in a really bad mood and you're not sure why? That's how I get sometimes.

They’re always like, 'That’s not what happened in the books, so the show’s really bad now.' But really, they just feel insecure because they’re used to knowing what’s coming next.

I've never really done acting before, 'cause dancing was my first love. And then, I sort of fell into it from a talent competition and never really looked back.

I am as you say a "skeleton" and i have been for quite a while

There is no substitute for experience.

Life is like a one rung ladder, some days you can be on the top and bottom of the world at the same time

The dead teach this great lesson, which we are loathe to learn: we too will die.

Being quiet and meditating on sound is something completely different and will be discovered very soon by a lot of people who feel that the visual world doesn't reach their soul anymore.

I'm not much of a club goer because every time I do go I get in trouble.

I can't feel bad about being who I am, just like the girl next to me can't feel bad about being who she is. Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.

The problem with most American churches is that they teach too much and don't do enough.

Plaque was placed on 6 May 1977 at Bellevue (a house on the slopes of the Wienerwald) where the Freud family spent their summers.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.