I think that I'm always open to any kind of project.

I’m not the easiest person to live with. I’m kind of a slob.

I'm so spoiled - I must have a Starbucks vanilla latte every day.

I really can't deny it, I am who I am. I'm pretty normal. I'm not that smooth type of girl. I run into things, I trip, I spill food. I say stupid things... I really don't have it all together.

I'm free of an abusive cult, based on money and power that worships a fictional deity and safely back with the Catholic Church.

I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.

Pretty, and you may be talented, but nobody will remember that if you're mean.

We all keep dreaming, and luckily, dreams come true.

I wasn't very funny or flashy, I was kind of boring.

I got caught kissing. Like by my parents. It was so horrible. It's so embarrassing, I'm blushing.

Becoming a mother has been the most amazing experience - in an instant you become strong. You have to be a little bit wiser; it's the most important job in the world.

Don't ask me what it means

Come Hell or High Water" usually depends on the kind of plug you use in the bath tub

And say to all the world "This was a man!"

A conservative is a man who will not look at the new moon out of respect for that 'ancient institution' the old one.

I know a little bit about a great many things and not enough about any one to make a living in these times.

I have discovered that enemies will buy your books as much as your fans buy your books because they're looking for something new to hate you for.

As long as we keep learning new music and getting better musically, there's a good chance that the record deal won't change anything.

Perhaps the way with any obsession is to ignore it simply. Not to fight it, since it draws strength from any contact with us, whether hostile or friendly.

Look - The moon thumbs through night's book. Finds a lake where nothing is printed. Draws a straight line. That's all it can. That's enough. Thick line. Straight toward you. - Look.

Ah, never shall the land forget How gush'd the life-blood of the brave, Gush'd warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save!