I don't want a gang of shouting, arguing, law-breaking photographers to camp out everywhere we are, all day every day, to continue traumatizing my kids.

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.

Women rise up! Speak up. Look up. Within you is all the light the world needs to scare away the darkness that holds it hostage.

You are likely to lose the heat of your passion irrespective of how hot it was when you surrender yourself to a leader with lukewarm attitude.

The reason for leaving sometimes is to return. Simply to return.

If a woman were about to proceed to her execution she would demand a little time to perfect her toilet.

I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-.

Now, there's just so much imagery. Imagine what our grandkids are going to be able to see of us?

The yoga of love is for those who want an all-consuming relationship with their teacher. They see the teacher as an extension of God, of eternity - which all of us are.

All of us have life; few of us have an idea of it.

The apostles had no gold, but lots of glory. We have lots of gold, but no glory.

Oh, what thoughts man might have had about the fact that God is in all creatures, and so might have reflected on the power and the wisdom of God in even the smallest flowers!