And you can't hide in a comedy scene either. You have to give in to the scene and commit.

Beauty comes from a life well lived. If you've lived well, your smile lines are in the right places.

I would roll up pennies to take the subway to work in Times Square. I was broke, but I was happy.

I am the model middle child. I am patient and I like to take care of everyone. Being called nice is a compliment. It's not a boring way to describe me.

My world was a community ballet school, a marching band, my two sisters and my girlfriends. I played saxophone in the band and was a bit nerdy.

I mean, the men in Hollywood event is every day - it's called Hollywood.

I will tell you what I can't abide - and I think the Internet has really created a space for it - women criticizing other women and mothers criticizing other mothers.

No matter what, it is very tricky and difficult just to be a good parent at all. I have a lot of help. And for that I'm very grateful.

The rule with marriage is the less you talk about it the better, as far as I can tell.

The outside world can be very tough.

Well, you can't be trying to achieve success of any kind in this business without accepting that there's going to be a flip side to it.

you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.

There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.

Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions reality can be attained only by someone who is detached.

I don't think a white person can write accurately and convincingly about what black people experience of oppression.

Love has been described as a three-ring circus: First comes the engagement ring, then the wedding ring, and after that the suffering.

Jesus said, 'Except a man be born of water and of the spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.' There are no exceptions. Baptism is a necessary ordinance.

Whoever happens to give birth to mischievous children lives always with unending grief in his spirit and heart.

Moral responsibility is what is lacking in a man when he demands it of a woman.

I want you, Kaylee, like I’ve never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.

It is indeed not easy to distinguish affectation from habit; he that has once studiously developed a style, rarely writes afterwards with complete ease.