“I was so unhealthy. I used to go to ‘Cold Stone Creamery,’ get a tub of Butterfinger ice cream, and eat it all before bedtime. And my fingers were permanently stained orange from Cheetos.”

Confidence is key. Sometimes, you need to look like you’re confident even when you’re not.

This is going to sound really funny. I have a poster of Zac Efron on my wall! I think every girl has a poster of him in their room so, why not join the club!

I’ve always had problems with guys!

I feel like I’ve been fortunate enough that I’ve gotten to meet and work with some really passionate people.

When I was younger, I used to be super, super shy. I still find myself being scared of things.

I’m not very experienced with boys or the whole dating thingy.

I really do try to watch everything I say. Because one little tiny slip, and it’s like the world is coming to an end!

Power to the peaceful.

I may have had a crush on Zac, but we are like brother and sister, so nothing would ever happen.

I want to try doing sportier things, kite surfing and paddle surfing – I think it would give me that extra confidence.

Good boys are nice – don’t go for the bad ones!

I love and really respect strong women. I’m obsessed with Scarlett Johansson and Drew Barrymore and Penelope Cruz. They are just really incredibly strong-willed, intelligent females in the industry.

My advice to kids is give it your all! Give it 110 percent and don’t give up!

I’d like to win an Oscar.

I try to not read about myself. I think it’s easier to have it out of sight and out of mind.

Do not just look at your boyfriend as just a boyfriend. Look at him as a friend, too.

I taught my first class at a local elementary school the year my first book, ‘Flying Fingers,’ debuted.

A good book for an illiterate is a golden ring for a fingerless hand!

Not responding is a response–we are equally responsible for what we don’t do. In the case of animal slaughter, to throw your hands in the air is to wrap your fingers around a knife handle.

She extended a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.

I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.

I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.

Write, write, write-till your fingers break.