Never work with kids or animals.

Everybody has a bad hair day, but us girls still like to be told we look nice even if we don't feel like we do.

A girl's got to do what she's got to do to make somebody pay her a compliment. If that means moaning 'til the cows come home, then so be it.

I don't shop because I need something, I just shop for shopping's sake.

It's quite nice to have something where you can be a bit naughty if you have a twinkle in your eye and you can get away with things a bit more and that's what 'The Choice' is about.

As long as you smile, have sparkly eyes and stick your shoulders back, nobody's going to notice your bum or your waist or your feet, for that matter.

My friend made me a leather dress for the MTV awards. It gives you confidence, wearing something you love.

I love bold, colorful party dresses because they don't need accessories. Just throw one on and you're done.

I hate last-minute shopping, it's always unsuccessful.

I enjoyed school, I was a bit of a square. I did very well in exams. I was quite lucky I was academic.

It's great to admire other people's fashion choices, but I don't think you should idolise anyone.

You'll never know everything about anything, especially something you love.

Dr. Suess said: 'Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened..' I tell my dates: 'Don't cry because it happened, smile because it's over

[Al-Qaeda's supporters] are aware of the cracks in the Western financial system as they are aware of the lines in their own hands

I call architecture frozen music.

I chose my pen name when I was ten, because I knew even then that my legal name would be more trouble than it was worth.

There is a variety in tempers of good men.

We have long possessed the art of war and the science of war, which have been evolved in the minutest detail.

To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.

The beautiful is a phenomenon which is never apparent of itself, but is reflected in a thousand different works of the creator.

Redheaded Peckerwood, which unerringly walks the fine line between fiction and nonfiction, is a disturbingly beautiful narrative about unfathomable violence and its place on the land