We didn't have the time to watch playback all the time so I depended on my team [All We Had].

I’m not the easiest person to live with. I’m kind of a slob.

I'm so spoiled - I must have a Starbucks vanilla latte every day.

I really can't deny it, I am who I am. I'm pretty normal. I'm not that smooth type of girl. I run into things, I trip, I spill food. I say stupid things... I really don't have it all together.

I'm free of an abusive cult, based on money and power that worships a fictional deity and safely back with the Catholic Church.

I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.

Pretty, and you may be talented, but nobody will remember that if you're mean.

We all keep dreaming, and luckily, dreams come true.

I wasn't very funny or flashy, I was kind of boring.

I got caught kissing. Like by my parents. It was so horrible. It's so embarrassing, I'm blushing.

Becoming a mother has been the most amazing experience - in an instant you become strong. You have to be a little bit wiser; it's the most important job in the world.

A bad life doesn't justify bad behavior. It's time to stop playing the blame game and take responsibility for your own actions. You have control of your life from here.

A good library can provide the furniture of our minds and the threads from which we weave our dreams.

Home is the first school for us all, a school with no fixed curriculum, no quality control, no examinations, no teacher training

I ask especially that no state shall, by law or otherwise, authorize the return of the saloon, either in its old form or in some modern guise.

Crimes, like virtues, are their own rewards.

It's on us to investigate ourselves for any lingering sense that we are 'giving' equality. We are not. It is already given. And not by us.

The camera is for us a tool, not a pretty mechanical toy ... people think far too much about techniques and not enough about seeing.

The world that is in me is the only world I have by which to grasp the world outside and as I write fiction, it is the chart by which I must steer.

Shoot you on the front porch and knock you to the back yard.

God never made anyone else exactly like you, and he never will again. Thank him for yourself and then for all the rest of his glorious handiwork.