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

I used to weigh myself every day at a certain time of day. Then I would write down the number and measure my body fat. It wasn’t a healthy way to live.

A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face.

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.

The biggest trap, the biggest dungeon in life isn’t laziness or bad luck, it’s comfort.

We live in a society of victimization, where people are much more comfortable being victimized than actually standing up for themselves.

Being comfortable is over-rated.

Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.

Come, let’s be a comfortable couple and take care of each other! How glad we shall be, that we have somebody we are fond of always, to talk to and sit with.

I am up there onstage alone with that guitar. I don’t have to consider no one else and whether they are comfortable. I need very little.

I am just beginning to be more comfortable with my identity.

I had to confront my fears and master my every demonic thought about inferiority, insecurity, or the fear of being black, young, and gifted in this Western culture.