Every movie is a love story.

The rule is you have to dance a little bit in the morning before you leave the house because it changes the way you walk out in the world.

There's no race, no religion, no class system, no color - nothing - no sexual orientation, that makes us better than anyone else. We're all deserving of love.

We all grow into the beautiful person that we’re supposed to be, some earlier, some later.

I love raw cookie dough, right out of the tube. The other thing I eat is marshmallow fluff.

Chocolate is the greatest gift to women ever created, next to the likes of Paul Newman and Gene Kelly. It's something that should be had on a daily basis.

Your imperfections are what make you beautiful.

Stop being scared of the unknown, because anything I worried about didn't happen. Other stuff happened. The unknown, we can't do anything about.

I'm a true believer in karma. You get what you give, whether it's bad or good.

I've been trying to find the word that says what I need to be in life. 'Brave' is the only word. It's the only thing that I ask myself to be.

The most beautiful woman in the world is the one who protects and supports other women

Most of the people readily accept the principle but resist its practice.

Organizing your emotions reclaims your power over any given drama. Nothing is stronger than your own mind.

Failure is not an option. Everyone has to succeed.

To put away one's own original thoughts in order to take up a book is a sin against the Holy Ghost.

I get paid to hurt other people, how good is that?

The punk scene in NY was so gritty and nihilistic & I was like ooh I want to do that

The United Nations is the greatest fraud in history. Its purpose is to destroy the United States.

It was a symptom of the insanity of human beings in a cosmos obviously designed for them to live in, but which they industriously prepare to make unlivable.

I'm a capitalist but one who is smallist and localist, and who favours businesses where owners are still in charge.

Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!