I have to say I've been pretty lucky in that my French fry indulgences don't really affect my skin. I keep a stable routine.

I've learned to love my brown eyes.

If you're a creative person, what inspires you is always changing; it's always shifting.

Like anything, you just need to stay true to who you are and hope that social constructs don't get in the way of accomplishing your goals.

I want people to know that I'm a force to be reckoned with.

I'm the kind of person who doesn't wait for opportunities to fall from the sky.

One tip is to try and give your hair some time to relax. Don't over wash or over dry it.

I'll usually run an ice-cube over my skin to close all the pores. That's pretty much my daily routine.

Hopefully with a woman President the double standard will slowly begin to wane.

I think that sexism existents everywhere.

I like people who don't take themselves too seriously.

History would be a revelation of the future as much as it was a study of the past.

Life is about choices and chances. You make a choice and take a chance.

Love the moment for its simplicity, it may give or take nothing from you, but in the blinking of an eye it will have change so many things forever.

That's me," he said, motioning to the robot. "That's all of us. We prattle about free will, but we're nothing but response...mechanical reaction in prescribed grooves.

Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while

In love longing I listen to the monk's bell. I will never forget you even for an interval short as those between the bell notes.

If every American for one week refused to eat at a fast-food joint, it would bring concentrated animal feeding operations to their knees.

So often we look at a calendar of days as merely a symbol of the passage of time. We forget why we are on this earth. We forget that there is a reason for all the pain and the struggle.

I live on a canyon at the edge of San Mateo. We are fortunate to have lots of suburban wildlife as our neighbors, though I kind of wish the rattlesnakes would stop curling up by our back door.

Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say.