“I think I’m finally growing up – and about time.”

Sometimes I think we know too much about our idols and that spoils the dream.

The things that are important to me – being a mother, a businesswoman, an activist – are all things that were borne out of great passion.

Everything makes me nervous – except making films.

I don’t have a short temper, I just have a quick reaction to bullshit.

Just in case you get pneumonia or die. The dangerous bits are always the last days of shooting.

I gave a very dear friend of mine my humanitarian award. Because you don’t need an award to be, or not be, a humanitarian.

I use my fame now when I want to help a cause or other people.

I’ve never thought of my jewelry as trophies. I’m here to take care of it and to love it, for we are only temporary custodians of beauty.

I want it all quickly ’cause I don’t want God to stop and think and wonder if I’m getting more than my share.

Money is the best deodorant.

You find out who your real friends are when you’re involved in a scandal.

You can’t choose between right and wrong by taking a census.

Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye.

I’ve been through it all, baby, I’m mother courage.

When I’m not with the one I love, I love the one I’m with.

You are who you are. All you can do in this world is help others to be who they are and better themselves.

And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.

And all I wish is that your happiness would reach beneath the surface of your skin, grow deep roots, and bloom.

Every cloud has a silver lining. But an irony resides, as the cloud grows & cries. Turns white into grey and let’s go off the things, It can’t hold for life.

Release the things that no longer serve you like the petals of a flower. It will seed your life with new growth and you will bloom again.

To the girl I used to be I appreciate you for a seed won’t bloom without its soil.

She pulled the thorn from her side and turned it into a rose.

I guess I was the son you didn’t want but I grew into a man every mother would love. In your rejection, I was forced to find acceptance I filled your absence with the strength to be better.

I breathe out light pleasing, soft, and warm – I’m still learning to breathe out fire.