“I’d be a terrible secret agent. I can’t keep a secret and I’m not sneaky.”

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.

In my career, I’m very grateful for the opportunities.

There are some things that, if you say them out loud, will hurt the other person’s feelings. I tend to say them anyway. It’s better to be honest.

Hollywood likes to label everyone so you’re easier to identify.

Isn’t it so weird the day you wake up and you’re just going with the flow? And you just suddenly are a mom.

Adoption has been a part of my life and a part of my family, so it was how I wanted to start. It felt natural and right to me.

So much about living life, to me, is about humility and gratitude. And I’ve tried very hard to have those qualities and be that person and I’m just so disappointed in myself that I allowed it to slip.

It’s more fun to think that there are other worlds.

I can hide, and my husband’s just terrible at finding me. I do like to jump out from behind doors and scare him.

Guys are kind of retarded until they’re about 30.

I’m not really a first-move kind of gal.

With all the secrets and lies you keep. Your beauty is only skin deep. Vamp.

My roots tell secrets my mind will never know but my soul remembers and that is more than enough.

You introduced me to secrets.

The snow will keep all of your secrets or none of them.

City light appears as stars on the ground, but creates an illusion, of an ideal city that never existed, hides the dark & dusty secrets.

Ana gets fed off compliments I’m only as sick as my secrets.

If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner, if I let it slip from my tongue, I am Its prisoner.

Modern man is not the man who goes off to discover himself, his secrets, and his hidden truth; he is a man who tries to invest himself.