“I wouldn’t have believed it. I still barely do, truthfully. I’m so continually fortunate that I keep coming across these smart, interesting, creative people who pick me. It’s just stupendous.”

A fever is an expression of inner rage.

I only put clothes on so that I’m not naked when I go out shopping.

People love scandal; people love drama. They love stripping away the layers to see what’s really in there, and they’ll do anything – as well as make it up – to get it.

I’m just an ordinary person who has an extraordinary job.

I want to go someplace where I can marvel at something.

It’s an exceptional time, and it’s always the happiest time if you can be really present and doing the things that you want to be doing and surrounding yourself with the people you love. So, yeah, I’m in a good spot right now.

It’s amazing what can happen if you just put your arm around somebody. It’s the truest thing and the simplest thing that does the most good a lot of times and I hope that we can all just reach out to each other.

I love to cook, and I love to have all my family around the dinner table.

Something that’s such a joy in my life every day – cooking – is this incredible, horrific danger to women around the world.

Whatever happens is going to happen, whether you’re sitting by the phone anxious and worried about it or not.

When you end up happily married, even the failed relationships have worked beautifully to get you there.

It’s very important that we expand our use of clean energy and make a long-term commitment to it.

I think people who come into my home feel comfortable and welcome and loved. And the biggest thing in my living room (the fireplace) is in and of itself an expression of love.

I enjoy hats. And when one has filthy hair, that is a good accessory.

Loving what you do is the secret to everything.

In essence, I owe my career to Garry Marshall. There was no known reason for him to hire me for ‘Pretty Woman.’

I feel bare. I didn’t realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

Over and over, we begin again.

Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.

I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there’s nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.

The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved.

It is not a tool, although it can act like many tools. It is the first metamedium, and as such it has degrees of freedom for representation and expression never before encountered and as yet barely investigated.

What love lays bare in me is energy.

As if some dreadful fate would overcome us if we were to face the pure light of truth and lay bare our fearful clinging to illusion.