“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.”

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 don’t go long without eating. I never starve myself: I grab a healthy snack.

I had my first real kiss at Magic Mountain on a park bench. Not the most romantic thing ever.

I love children. They’re so much fun and I would have a blast spoiling them.

My style is boho chic. I love that time period – the patterns, the prints, the people, the music, the vibe.

The second I met Zac, I thought he was a really cool guy. It’s hard not to have chemistry with someone who is so attractive.

A good amount of the guys wanted to date me. Even older guys looking at me. It took some getting used to.

My choices are like my fingerprints, they make me unique.

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.

In many parts of the world, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. But I think we need women to solve the problems that men create.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.