The thing I hate most is false modesty. The artists who are, like, "Oh, you know, I'm really not that good. Oh, I can't believe I'm here." I find it vaguely sinister, even.

I think the minute you mention death, people run for the hills - unless it's heavy metal. People do not like death.

There's no life without humour. It can make the wonderful moments of life truly glorious, and it can make tragic moments bearable.

I believe a lot of our lives are spent asleep, and what I've been trying to do is hold on to those moments when a little spark cuts through the fog and nudges you.

Life is a game and true love is a trophy.

I've developed into quite a swan. I'm one of those people that will probably look better and better as I get older - until I drop dead of beauty.

I'm your knight in shining armor. I'm here to save you from Linkin Park.

Cigarettes and chocolate milk These are just a couple of my cravings Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger A little bit thicker A little bit harmful for me.

I am always writing; if you want to survive in this business, you need to keep working, keep creating and never stop the output.

Being uncool is being pretty much the coolest you can be.

I like to make the mundane fabulous whenever I can.

There is no love in bullying the weak. There is no love in bullying the strong.

Yielding your inner life to God will empower you to live the kind of outer life that honors the Lord and blesses others.

Time isn't a commodity something you pass around like cake. Time is the substance of life. When anyone asks you to give your time they're really asking for a chunk of your life.

I keep forcing, I keep learning new things in the game, and so far I have been taking challenges as they come.

Advice to young writers? Always the same advice: learn to trust our own judgment.

...the facility at Guantanamo Bay is necessary to national security.

There is a winner in you. You were created to be successful, to accomplish your goals, to leave your mark on this generation. You have greatness in you. The key is to get it out.

Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.

I try to do the things that speak to me in one way or another, and sometimes I'm even drastic.