Mostly singing was cathartic, writing was cathartic, therapeutic. I don't think I had a goal, particularly, to sing or put it out there for anybody.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

I'm more of a tomboy than anything and then you see your name on these Top 50 Most Beautiful People lists and you're like, 'What?'

I'll say it loud and say it proud. I'm completely insane.

Something happens to people around fame and power and money - it can bring out the worst and best in people; it's a monster you have to tame.

I knew that because of who I am, and the situation I'm in, that I'd attract more critics than your average person, and that was a little intimidating, but I wanted to get out there and pay my dues.

Anytime I was in Memphis with my dad and at the house, I was happy. That was, like, a given. It was what I lived for. And I still feel the same excitement and warmth.

I was very protective of my father and I didn't like these people who hung around outside all day. They creeped me out.

I want to pave my own path artistically.

I like Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Tender. The black-and-white films. With music, I tend more toward the '70s stuff because I was at the shows for those, so they bring back memories.

I live with the things that I love: art, furniture, and objects that I have collected throughout my travels.

Independent films are where you really get to cut your teeth and have some fun and do the things that mainstream Hollywood doesn't want to do.

I loved playing Sasha. You don't have this on every job, or every show or movie, but every day was really an adventure, character wise, for what I got to do at that age.

I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.

...photography can lie as convincingly as literature or painting. The angle, the selected content, the assumed context.

I don't persuade to suicide.

Hope gives the heart wings; the soul, an anchor.

The philosophers have always given truth a bill of divorce, by separating what nature has joined together and vice versa.

I think the paparazzi might have chased me out of Los Angeles.

Whenever our interior life becomes caught up in its own interests and concerns, there is no longer room for others, no place for the poor.

I even got letters form kids in hospitals saying the music is what keeps them going, and that really touched my heart.