A big secret for happiness - stay away from people who steal your peace of mind.

Never worry what others say when you walk away from all the drama. Be grateful you had the strength and courage to stay out of the conflict and be at peace with your choices.

Worry is using the incredible gift of your imagination to infuse life into something you never want to see in your world.

Instead of measuring yourself by your weight, measure yourself by your acts of kindness.

Those who only look back at the past are certain to miss their future.

The one person you'll be spending the rest of your life with is you. Treat yourself with love and respect.

Those who are truly beautiful go out of their way to make life beautiful for others.

You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. It’s your life, live it in whatever way is best for you.

Somewhere within you is a huge supply of happiness, always there, patiently waiting for you to reach out and grab it. It’s yours for the asking. And you ask by giving it your attention.

If your feet are firmly planted on the ground you'll never be able to dance.

Often your utterances and expressions of your face leak out the secrets of your hidden thoughts.

2010 has been awesome. I got to write on the David Hasselhoff Roast this summer, and that's always been a dream.

One thing is to escape from prison, but what the Texas 7 did that night crossed the line they should have never crossed.

Tabloid photos capture people at their most self-conscious and disoriented; in real life, Paris Hilton is like an elegant paper crane.

Workers, black and white, need some kind of international affirmative action to protect them from unfair competition with unorganized or slave labor abroad and unfair competition with robots at home.

A woman who looks like a girl and thinks like a man is the best sort, the most enjoyable to be and the most pleasurable to have and to hold.

For a while, I was only being sent fat-girl parts. Seriously? Sometimes I feel like I'm making some kind of radical statement because I'm a size 6.

Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward. “You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.

I sign so many autographs, my hand hurts every day.