“I’ve created a chaotic life, and then I get on edge because of it.”

I like going on location for films.

When something disappointing happened, my mother would remind me not to let that become my focus. There’s still so much to be grateful for.

I’m too lazy and I like food and I like my free time too much to spend it working out!

As women, we have more of a tendency to be people-pleasers, and I know a lot of women who are not vocal about what makes them happy.

The mouthier I got, the more I’d be celebrated.

I like predictability because I know what I’m getting into.

It’s lame to say that I’m a normal girl, but I think I am.

We are all human beings, part of the human race, and we need to be compassionate and giving and kind with one another.

I’m really proud of myself because I’ve pared my beauty regimen down to a cream blush and berry-tinted lip balm, which has saved me so much time.

I look back at my twenties and see that I was much less confident.

My mother is a great source of advice and wisdom and consolation for me.

I pride myself on being kind.

I decided I was sick of trying to figure out what everybody else wanted, and I should just decide what I want, and be honest, and not spend all my time guessing.

I still love the theology of the Mormon religion and think it is a wonderful way to grow up.

When I do get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be one of those women who don’t look pregnant from behind – I’ll be that chick who looks pregnant from her ankles up!

My worst habit used to be smoking but I quit.

But what have we learnt without the chaos?

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

There is chaos behind the civility, of course.

Art is the opposite of chaos. Art is organized chaos.

And I will love you from your beautiful chaos to your moonlight smile.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture…we merge in an iridescent chaos.

Having tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.