Beauty can get a woman what she wants: love and money. But when beauty leaves you, so can the things it brought.

Nothing ages as poorly as a beautiful woman's ego.

Beauty, unlike the rest of the gifts handed out at birth, does not require dedication, patience and hard work to pay off. But it's also the only gift that does not keep on giving.

My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young.

My boyfriend thinks I lost my true calling to be a librarian.

I was fired by 'America's Next Top Model' on my birthday.

When I model, I pretty much blank. You can't think too much or it doesn't work.

I have worked every day since the age of fifteen, supporting not only myself, but also helping a sizable family when needed.

The real bummer of fame is that at some point you're bound to get demoted.

I have now spent over a year trying to figure where in the workplace I belong.

Fame is an interesting phenomenon.

Waiting accentuates our helplessness, ant that is what God seems committed to revealing. Only when we know ourselves to be helpless do we fully experience his grace and glory. We have to wait for it.

Sporting chivalrous contest helps knit the bonds of peace between nations. Therefore may the Olympic flame never expire.

The hardship, the fighting against vigilance should stop, and terrorism should be fought decisively.

I'm just incredibly interested in people.

Listen, my words have never been described as the most eloquent, but I stick by the passion behind them. I do hate Donald Trump.

As long as algebra is taught in school, there will be prayer in school.

As an actor, I'm limited to re-in acting someone else's vision or portraying a fictitious character.

Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

Ronnie Spector's hair was taller and meaner and scarier than all four Shangri-La's combined, plus the drummer from the Honeycombs. You just know her rat-tail comb was a switchblade.

I'm not afraid of heights. I'm afraid of widths.