“My worst habit used to be smoking but I quit.”

I’d be a terrible secret agent. I can’t keep a secret and I’m not sneaky.

I can hide, and my husband’s just terrible at finding me. I do like to jump out from behind doors and scare him.

Guys are kind of retarded until they’re about 30.

I’m not really a first-move kind of gal.

I’m a talker. I love a good debate.

A lot of children don’t find forever homes because they’re on that special-needs list, even if it’s because of something as simple as her mother smoked cigarettes for a month, not knowing she was pregnant.

It’s easy to be taken advantage of if you’re not honest.

I’m not perfect. But clothes help. A good bra with some underwire definitely helps a lot!

I want to stay in the moment and enjoy the great things that are happening.

I’m not terribly sentimental.

Of course, of course I’m grateful. How can I not be grateful? I have been afforded such a wonderful life.

I think that I always loved being the centre of attention!

I always assume I look better than I actually do. I’ll feel pretty good about myself when I leave the house, then I’ll see a picture and think, ‘Crap, I had no idea that’s what I was looking like.’

I spent so many years just saying what I felt without thinking about the ramifications, without understanding that I have this opinion but not everyone might share that opinion and now they don’t like me because of it.

I just ultimately wanted to be a mother. I love children.

I have my moments, but generally speaking I shy away from being too lovey dovey.

Divorce is born of perverted morals and leads to vicious habits.

I mean, my music career and my acting career – if I want to do them to the extent that I eventually do want to get to, it’s going to be a bit of a balancing act. But I’m hoping they’ll just go hand in hand.

To be successful in life, you must get in the habit of turning negatives into positives.

Beauty becomes alive and interesting when it’s habited.

Remember that your character is the sum total of your habits.

Once upon a time there was an old country, wrapped up in habit and caution. We have to transform our old France into a new country and marry it to its time.

Thoughts crystallize into habit and habit solidifies into circumstances.

All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.