“Sincerity seems to be a problem today. I’d rather be true and hated than be false and fool people.”

Things don’t happen for no reason.

I don’t pretend to be perfect. I want people to see me as I am.

Anybody who’s ever been broken up with, or had their heart stepped on or ripped out of them; you question everything you’ve based your whole life on. It’s like, is anything real? Cause nothing ‘s more real than that, and now it’s gone.

I’m not ready to get married, but I have a pretty great family and I’d like that too, someday.

Once you have done with school, you realise that it is just a smaller version of life, and really I have felt that I should have been an adult since I was aged about five.

Judging a person does not define who they are. It defines who you are.

I’ve always had an aversion to looking sexy, but I’ve grown out of it.

I always say every single moment that has led me to this moment has made me who I am.

I don’t expect to seem cool to everyone; nor do I want to be. I think that’s the opposite of the definition of cool. So I don’t care at all.

Hateful, racist and ignorant remarks. When I hear people criticize without knowing the context, it makes me boil inside.

I want to be an actor, I am just not very comfortable talking about myself.

I know who I am. I have a very strong sense of self.

This weird thing happens when you’re in a movie that has some level of success. People start offering you all kinds of things, and they just expect you to do them because they’ll be good for your career. It’s not about the project’s integrity or anything like that.

I don’t believe in censorship.

One of the greatest struggles of becoming an adult is figuring out what you want to do and what makes you happy. The courageous thing is to stick with it and see it through and see if you were correct.

I think we want to be around people that kind of push us and inspire us and maybe teach us.

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

When we put someone in our jail cell of hatred, we are stuck guarding the door.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

My parents hated me. All I ever heard was, “Why can’t you be like your cousin Shelia? Why can’t you be like your cousin Shelia?” Shelia had died at birth.

Always hated maths but now I can’t stop counting self-worth in numbers.

I don’t care what you say, so don’t even speak.

This is why I hate white people. You guys try to turn everything into a racial issue.

If you hating, you just need some pussy.