In human years I am 29. In actress years I'm the ripe, promising age of 18 to 35. That's how it works here in Hollyweird.

Once I took a bus from my home in Maryland to Philadelphia to live on the streets with some musicians for a few weeks, and then my parents sent me to boarding school at Andover to shape me up.

Believe it or not, I'm a big fan of patchouli oil. I know it's not a universally liked fragrance. I usually combine it with other essential oils - I have many mixtures I like.

I think it's very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do.

I'm a natural blonde, but I feel like a brunette.

In a thousand years, archeologists will dig up tanning beds and think we fried people as punishment.

I'm a natural blonde, but I feel like a brunette. I feel like people treat me now how I should be treated. People used to be shocked, when I was blond, that I wasn't stupid.

Enjoy the pregnancy, not racing ahead and relishing the moment. I think people see pregnancy as something to get over with, but every stage of becoming a mother is really special.

I am so saddened and grossed out by young women who look like creepy, old aliens because of their new Barbie noses and lips. Is that a smile or a grimace?

We need to remind ourselves of the beauty of human connection and of nature and pull ourselves out of devices for a moment and appreciate what it is just to be human beings.

I'm afraid even ImpSec has no explanation for women's tastes in men.

You've got a deep core of sweetness that's quite incorruptible.

Would you persuade speak of interest not of reason.

You do not play then at whist, sir? Alas, what a sad old age you are preparing for yourself!

Bitterness is a nonproductive, toxic emotion, usually resulting from resentment over unmet needs.

There is only one ultimate and effectual preventative for the maladies to which flesh is heir, and that is death.

The beautiful attracts the beautiful.

Love is to be two and at the same time one.

Alas, why does my mind have to walk through the dust of the past every day?

Better live a crossing-sweeper than die and be made to talk twaddle by a "medium" hired at a guinea a seance.