I like fashion, but I love, love, love music and film; they are my two passions. I would love to pursue my acting and my love of music more than anything.

Stop trying to define who you are and just be.

Don’t worry, be happy! Embrace your weirdness.

We are all a quarter good, a quarter bad, a quarter animal and a quarter child which equals a whole bunch of crazy.

Stay cool, hang loose, admit nothing.

I treat the camera like a person—I gaze into it. Photos are a flat thing, and you need to put life into them.

The energy you give off is the energy you receive. I really think that, so I'm always myself - JUMPING, dancing, singing around, trying to cheer everybody up.

It's not just that I love bacon so much; I feel like something about bacon reflects my personality. It's salty and it's bad for you and it's delicious. I just love it so f - ing much, that's why.

As a model, I really stand for not being a model, if that makes sense.

I hate high heels, more than anything.

My sexuality is not a phase. I am who I am.

Pessimists never go on a voyage of discovery, equally so they never leave the shoreline in search of new horizons.

When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.

Trust means everything. But when it is broken, sorry mean nothing.

To simply see a teacher to gain power is a mistake. You'll gain the power, but with the current mindset that you have you'll probably create more unhappiness for yourself than happiness.

Apart from the resurrection of Jesus, the eschatological orientation of the church appears as the spoke of a wheel without a hub.

I don't cook, but I would love to learn.

Actors are the best and the worst of people. They're like kids. When they're good, they're very very good. When they're bad they're very very naughty.

I hope I am not too repetitive. However, coming to terms with death is part of the general human situation.

Only a few of us will admit it, but actors will sometimes read a script like this: bullshit...bullshit...my part...blah, blah, blah...my part...bullshit.

Memory, bosom-spring of joy.