“If my face was covered, I would be useless.”

People hate people who are good at things. People hate people who are cute.

You know it’s hard for me to, like, act the way I’ve been acting. And, like, being, like, nice to everyone. And I think I deserve to be acknowledged for that.

They’re about getting ratings, about making money, about doing stories that are easy to cover.

Young Baby Boomers were forced to play duck-and-cover in school, in hopes that a desk would protect them from an atomic explosion. It was all bullshit, and they knew it.

No man should put their life in someone else’s hands unless they have covered their own safety from all angles.

It is one of the instruments of the occupation whose function is to give the cover of legal legitimacy to the crimes of the occupation.

Abroad, they have covered pretty much all subjects, explored every possibility, every twist. So similarities between ideas you have and those filmed abroad are quite possible.

I picked books by their covers – the worse the cover, the more I wanted to read it.

If I’m going to show cleavage or chest then I don’t show leg. I show one thing. If I show leg then everything else is covered up.

I would like just one time to be on the cover of Italian Vogue.