I like the connection with fans and people who have been supportive of me. And I love the idea of real feedback and a two-way street, which is very, very modern.

I don't have a short temper, I just have a quick reaction to bullshit

Big girls need big diamonds.

It's all about hope, kindness and a connection with one another.

Put on some lipstick and pull yourself together.

The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.

I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them.

The beauty of fragrance is that it speaks to your heart and hopefully someone else's.

Success is a great deodorant. It takes away all your past smells.

Success is a great deodorant.

It is strange that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.

As any distance we take from things give us an outside perspective, so does taking a geographical distance—offering us a new vantage point over our lives.

Always move towards the light even if you stumble on your path cause it casts a shadow on the miseries of our past.

The innovation classification is not just based on the required investments, or on the potential market, but on its evolution abilities.

It'll always be dark until you decide to turn on the light, you can and you will, it's your choice!

Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.

How heroic to be able to suppress one's vanity to the extent of confessing that the game is too hard.

One of my earliest memories is of bashing the keyboard with my hands, my chubby little baby hands, and I remember the sound hitting my face. It became my toy.

The medical clown connects with patients in a way that is markedly different from the rest of their experience in the hospital.

A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction.

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.” I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.