“How lucky we are that we love each other so much that we burst into three pieces.”

If all you have to offer is a look that is supposed to be appealing, the you are going to be paid attention to about a tenth as long as you would be if when you speak you are interesting.

If your friends won’t tell you the truth, who will?

I don’t think fame changes people. People change as they gather more experiences and information about life.

On my best day, I am a seven-point-seven. I could be a hard eight if I felt great. If I went on a good run and had on my best pair of jeans, I could feel right on the money.

I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn’t matter what you do, or who you are or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together.

Usually the triumph of my day is, you know, everybody making it to the potty.

Don’t forget I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

I can’t wait to have kids; I just can’t wait to hold a baby in my arms.

I don’t think I realized that the cost of fame is that it’s open season on every moment of your life.

My real hair color is kind of a dark blonde. Now I just have mood hair.

Light and funny has a more compelling quality when you’re younger. But I haven’t abandoned the genre: I love falling down; I love Lucille Ball. It’s just that a lot of those stories revolve around problems that I can’t convincingly portray at this age.

I love romantic comedies. I like to watch them and I like to be in them.

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.

You can be true to the character all you want but you’ve got to go home with yourself.

Wit is the key, I think, to anybody’s heart, because who doesn’t like to laugh?

I am very fulfilled in my home life, and what films do for me is to create an ironclad structure that, in my life as a mom, does not exist. It is a shapeless blob of happy chaos.

Magic comes in pieces.

Only a fool permits the letter of the law to override the spirit in the heart. Do not let a piece of paper stand in the way of true love and headlines.

You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.

In a debate, rather pull to pieces the argument of thy antagonists than offer him any of thy own; for thus thou wilt fight him in his own country.

Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

And if these incidents now seem full of significance and all of a piece, it’s probably because I’m looking at them in the light of what came later.

I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not.

I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.