“I’m one of those people who fiercely guards their privacy, so I hate doing interviews.”

It’s an immense amount of pressure, celebrity itself.

I would really love to go on an archaeological dig.

Don’t let loneliness drive you back into the arms of someone who doesn’t give a damn about you.

I have to feel like I’m in control of my body.

I could go days, weeks, without talking to another human being.

And you know, the people who hate kids and don’t want kids always end up having 50 of them.

I would like to uncover the secrets of the universe.

I married my husband who is thirteen years older, so I will always be a trophy wife for him.

I am not just sitting and reading everything because honestly sometimes the scripts that appeal to me are projects that are not good projects, but I just really like the script or the characters.

I haven’t gone completely insane, but it might happen soon.

Even when I’m trying to be straightforward and honest and my comments are innocent, inevitably they get turned into something sort of salacious.

There are the people who really, really enjoy being celebrities, and then there are the people who came by it maybe by accident.

Sarcasm doesn’t translate in print at all.

I try to live with the idea that karma is a very real thing. So I put out what I want to get back.

As soon as you tell me to do one thing, I do the opposite. As soon as someone tells me not to get any more tattoos, I have this intense fire burning inside me to cover myself with them. I don’t care if it’s self-destructive. I just have that need to rebel.

I always bring cash for tips, and I never give less than $20. I used to work in a smoothie shop, so I know the value of a tip.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

Love fiercely, that even in your absence you linger.

And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

She can be dainty and still have claws. She can be sweet and still make fire. That’s her magic.

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

Her touch is tender but her fierce heart is untamed. She doesn’t know how to love gently. She will drown you with her unyielding passion.

The world was expecting her to be a beautiful flower. Society behaved in such a way that turned her into a fierce sword.