“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 definitely want to go out and explore different personalities and different people.

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

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!

A wise man among the ignorant is as a beautiful girl in the company of blind men.

As we grow our needs change, as does our perception of beauty.

When you see what the deficit is, then you have to do something about it.

Life can be fuckked upppp… but it sure is beautiful.

If all babies are so cute, how the hell do we have so many ugly people in the world?

Nothing is more beautiful in the eyes of God than a soul that loves to hear His Word.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Every person thinks his own intellect perfect, and his own child handsome.