This idea of having back-up plans is ingrained into us to make us believe that that's the smart thing to do.

Fighting for happiness is the hardest thing you'll ever fight for, but it's the only thing worth fighting for.

There is no shame in falling down but there is pride in getting back up.

If I could give advice to anyone, it would be that sometimes the best way you can fight a problem - and this is going to be a little bit controversial - is to not address it.

After a long day at work, I want someone to come home, turn on my video and think, "Oh my god, how girls get ready? This is hilarious, I love this, I'm forgetting about all my problems."

The best way to battle fear is with courage. You have to look at the opposite of fear: Fear is scared of courage.

Surround yourself with like-minded, strong people, use your voices and choose courage over fear.

I would never want to change myself to be someone I'm not.

I think the best way I could ever fight racism is just being as successful as possible.

Everyone finds their voice at different times in their life.

You can never compare a stadium full of people to statistics online ... There's something about seeing people's faces, and it's amazing [seeing how] things online can also be translated offline.

When I hang upside down and write the wrong way up, will my letters be upside down or the right way up?

The more power you have, the less you can truly say. That’s the irony.

An artist must never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be a prisoner of himself, prisoner of style, prisoner of reputation, prisoner of success, etc.

I've always had a great respect for the picture business. It's been good to me

Opportunity rarely knocks on your door. Knock rather on opportunity's door if you ardently wish to enter.

I've been a ballerina since I was two, but I've always wanted to be an actress.

A pupil is a great resource.

What great executives do is not magic. Their performance is made possible by specific, identifiable skills.

Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

She would disappear folded like origami into her own dreams