“I can’t believe we’re being paid to live in New York.”

My mom would have different fragrances for different times of the year. They were a part of her identity.

The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree – those to me, are the scents of the holidays.

My mom and dad always taught acting, so instead of getting me babysitters, they would just bring me to class.

If I define myself by things that are always changing, like the public’s opinion, or what I’m wearing, or what job I’m doing, there’s no stability in that.

I’ve always been a night owl.

I was class president, on the cheerleading squad, in a competitive show choir, and in, like, six different clubs.

I had a lot of friends in high school, but I was never the wild party girl. Never have been, never plan to be!

I love to have my hair down; I love to have my hair full… there’s something romantic about it.

There are looks that I see on other people that I think would look horrible on me, but I think if somebody has the courage to be really daring and try something outlandish, then more power to them. That’s just encouraging and inspiring.

My hair is a safety net for me, so I love to have it down and full and relaxed.

Each day, I choose my age.

I’ve never really had a competitive relationship in any work situation.

My greatest passion is my personal life.

I’m lucky enough to lead a very active life, so I’m always on the go.

You know that old saying, ‘A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ – that’s me.

I really don’t like the gym. I like experiences, so I take any chance I get to go on a bicycle or on a hike.

A mind that has come to the stillness of wisdom shall know being, shall know what it is to love. Love is neither personal nor impersonal. Love is love, not to be defined or described by the mind as exclusive or inclusive. Love is its own eternity; it is the real, the supreme, the immeasurable.

If you can’t be yourself, what’s the point of being anyone else?

I remember being about six years old, for the first day of school, and sitting in the back of a Chrysler, pretending to cry while listening to Tracy Chapman.

I like the nucleus that we have. I’m excited. I want to be here as long as possible. It’s like family. I love being here.

Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

I have this thing about being acknowledged and accepted by institutions.

And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.

Sometimes I feel like being real and open to them, but at the same time, I know how much I can give you.