The Gatsby that I remember reading when I was 15 years old in junior high school was far different from the Gatsby I read as an adult.

My dad's probably one of the kindest people in the world. When I was younger that's not how I was- I was a little spoiled brat.

When I was young I used to have this thing where I wanted to see everything I used to think 'How can I die without seeing every inch of this world?'

Portraying emotionally ill characters gives me the chance to really act.

The first kiss I had was the most disgusting thing in my life. The girl injected about a pound of saliva into my mouth, and when I walked away I had to spit it all out.

You can make history, or you will be vilified by it.

Everywhere I go, somebody is staring at me. I don't know if people are staring because they recognize me or because they think I'm a weirdo.

Raising awareness on the most pressing environmental issues of our time is more important than ever.

My career should adapt to me. Fame is like a VIP pass wherever you want to go.

I'm just starting to scratch the surface of what really makes me happy and it's taken me a while to admit that acting like a little child and being a jerk and a punk is fun.

To believe in love, to be ready to give up anything for it, to be willing to risk your life for it, is the ultimate tragedy.

Chastity is not an attribute of body, but soul.

Fortune is for all, judgment is theirs who have won it for themselves.

I'm sitting here watching Hannah Montana, so I'm not going to annihilate 4.3 million Pakistanis without hearing directly from someone whose authority I recognize!

Imagination magnifies small objects with fantastic exaggeration until they fill our soul, and with bold insolence cuts down great things to its own size, as when speaking of God.

Last night, two men tried to force my shutters. I recognized them: they are two of Rodin's Italian models. He told them to kill me. I am in his way; he wants to get rid of me.

Another crazy day where you drink the night away and forget about everything.

What I imagined doesn't require anti-gravity beams or anything too spectacular, just advances in analysing different genes, finding out what they can do and recombining them.

That's the way you feel when you're beaten inside. You don't feel angry at those who've beaten you. You just feel ashamed.

That's all I can do. I'll keep at it and hope it gets better.

Spirit is the presence of what concerns us ultimately, the ground of our being and meaning.