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

If I start going back to church, I’d have to stop the smoking and drinking, and I wouldn’t be able to curse any more.

If I spread myself too thin, I’m not a good actor, I’m not a good mother, and I’m just really high-strung – and everybody hates me.

Some people think, if you’re in the public eye, that you have to have an answer for everything and it has to be boring.

I’m done with the whole idea of having my own children. It doesn’t seem like any fun.

My mother often says that she could never have done it if I had been the youngest, if she had other small children she had to cart around New York City for my auditions and go-sees (modeling auditions) and stuff.

Guys are much more obvious than they think they are.

My sister is Korean and my parents adopted her about three years before I was born and that is how I grew up.

I’m terrible with patience.

Even if you plan a marriage and a family, you are never quite prepared for the reality versus how you imagined it. In a lot of ways it’s better, and in a lot of ways it’s worse. That’s life, right?

My career is really important to me, but there have to be other great, important things in your life besides work.

I keep kind of making certain mistakes in public appearances over and over again.

I was the youngest child and really spoiled. I loved to play make-believe. I loved pretending to be all kinds of different people and it just seemed natural that I would go into acting.

I think that everybody has a right to their own thoughts, their own feelings and their own private moments, if they want them.

I’m a sappy mom now. I didn’t think I would be. I thought I’d be a cool mom who keeps everything in perspective.

Kids are a huge sacrifice; they change everything – but I’m ready to work for things of greater importance than going out to meet someone for dinner at 10 o’clock at night.

If I have to be focused and watch what I say, then I have to be comfortable.

It’s celebrated in British culture to be eccentric.

Choose to celebrate your dead ends as much as you celebrate your turning points.

I don’t celebrate really crazy.

What you applaud you encourage, but beware what you celebrate.

The whole imposing edifice of modern medicine is like the celebrated tower of Pisa – slightly off balance.

Everyone is different: different shapes, sizes, colors, beliefs, personalities, and you have to celebrate those differences.

Celebrate what God has given others. Leverage what God has given you.

Be not lax in celebrating. Be not lazy in the festive service of God. Be ablaze with enthusiasm. Let us be an alive, burning offering before the altar of God.