I wanted to be a psychologist. You know, I thought that's what I'd be doing and it just goes to show you that, if you tell God your plans, He will laugh in your face.

Personally, it’s rude. You got three kids with the lady, she just did 17 years for you and you’re not gonna leave your...whatever!

If they hadn’t tried to break me down, I wouldn’t know that I’m unbreakable.

It doesn't have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see.

I didn't want to be an actress at all, or famous even. I certainly enjoy acting now, absolutely. Time will tell whether or not I enjoy fame.

I don't know any teenager with a positive attitude.

I learned to love myself, because I sleep with myself every night and I wake up with myself every morning, and if I don't like myself, there's no reason to even live the life.

My beauty is dark chocolate and it's delicious and it's sweet.

One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl.

I live my life because I dare. I dare to show up when everyone else might hide their faces and hide their bodies in shame.

One day I had to sit down with myself and decide that I loved myself no matter what my body looked like and what other people thought about my body. I got tired of hating myself.

This far north the sun was still up, although very low, riding through the mountains as if looking for something it lost on the ground.

Home was truly the best place he could possibly be, but, alas, was not an available option.

Life happens with or without our permission.

Why should I give my Readers bad lines of my own when good ones of other People's are so plenty?

Crowds are somewhat like the sphinx of ancient fable: It is necessary to arrive at a solution of the problems offered by their psychology or to resign ourselves to being devoured by them.

You need a routine, to be able to spend some time with a person, and my lifestyle is constantly on the move.

One of the deepest habitual patterns that we have is to feel that now is not enough.

Extreme Makeover... they help people that are uncomfortable in their own skin. They really change lives.

Thus Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Joyce partly spoil their books for women readers by their display of self-conscious virility; and Mr. Hemingway, but much less violently, follows suit.

I'd so much rather have exciting architecture that causes one to stop, breathe, and reflect on the potential of the human mind, the craft, and exploring things.