They weren't tears of sadness or even tears of joy. I was just overflowing. Like so many things since I'd been here, I didn't yet understand it, but I felt it.

For the record, I'm not an indecisive person, and I'm not a coward. I just have a very detailed imaginary life, and it sometimes takes precedence over what's actually happening around me.

I was living "every girl's" dream. But I had yet to find my own passion, my personal project, the thing that would help make Paris mine.

People grow, but they don't change.

This fits in with what I saw in staff in astronomical facilities and was reporting to the management team: 10-14% Oxygen: Emotional upset, abnormal fatigue, disturbed respiration.

Learning how to deal with people and their reactions to my life is one of the most challenging things... people staring at me, people asking rude questions, dealing with media, stuff like that.

The really good music, whether of the East or of the West, cannot be analyzed.

The question should be, is it worth trying to do, not can it be done.

Luckily I stayed in shape due to wrestling.

Why is it that you white people developed so much cargo and brought it to New Guinea, but we black people had little cargo of our own?

Modeling is a lonely business.

The man or woman who treasures his friends is usually solid gold himself.

I would rather be called funny than pretty.

It seemed like my favourite kind of job - a wonderful chance to ask something absolutely fundamental: the fate of the Universe and whether the Universe was infinite or not