My great-great-grandfather was a shah back in the 1800s. Unfortunately, I don't have any gold coins or jewels to show for it.

It doesn't matter what people say or what the rules say or what you're supposed to do, you go after what's in your heart.

I think it's important to love what you do and have a good time with it. I go to work every day and have a blast.

I can take a newspaper and make it a lethal weapon.

I'm a girl in boy's clothing. I like to get a little rough. I prefer mud to makeup. That's me in a nutshell.

I like a man who can come out and say he's nervous on the first date. I think that would be really cute.

I never thought I would be one of those wacky chicks who say, 'I loved my labor,' but I loved every part of it. It was the best day of my life.

NFL cheerleading is harder than most people think. They train up to six hours every day with games on Sundays. They gave me a great work ethic.

I know it sounds weird, but my definition of 'sexy' has changed as I've gotten older. And being smart and informed makes me feel sexier than any outfit.

I'm a tomboy myself and have always been incredibly athletic.

I actually got more attention from one episode of 'The Sopranos' than I did from two years of 'The L Word.'

The SECRET to financial security is not to have more money, but having MORE CONTROL over the money we presently have.

The real strength of a man is not in the size of his muscles, but in the size of his heart.

Roland of Gilead responded as he ever had and ever would when such useless, mystifying questions were raised: 'Ka.

Don't fall into the trap of studying the Bible without doing what it says.

I grew up in San Francisco. And so I'm informed in a certain kind of way about, you know, believing in democracy and believing in America. And I'm a very ardent patriot.

Happiness is a way of praying.

Clearly, everybody knows I can rap; I can freestyle all day.

There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

What interests me is to understand the nature of the modern.

Jenna.” Brock stroked the underside of her chin very gently, lifting her face up toward his. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?