I like to travel any chance I get, even if it's just a local vacation to San Diego or Palm Springs or wherever. I just like to get out and do stuff and see the world.

I travel with chocolate - Godiva with caramel. When the craving hits, I have to have it. I share, but if I'm on my last one, I've been known to say, 'Sorry, I'm out!'

Leonardo DiCaprio as Jack in 'Titanic' was my childhood crush!

I don't use a wallet. My money is just free-flowing in my bag.

I like to get a rise out of my mom with what I wear - I always go for the tallest heels or something super trendy.

I love school, but when I was going to school, I sort of used it as an opportunity to figure out what I love to do.

On my first day shooting '13 Going on 30,' Jennifer Garner had yellow tulips sent to my trailer. I'll never forget them.

My hair is too fine to bleach. I get so much breakage, it's not worth it to dye it.

I feel like any experience you can have which adds to your repertoire of things you've done and can add to your character - I'm willing to try.

I carry a disposable camera. It takes me back to my childhood, when you had to develop your film and wait to see what pictures you got.

Along with rock climbing, I hike and I like to go to the beach, anything outdoors and anything that takes me out of the everyday.

I grimace, thinking someone should come up with a new phrase for 'I left the ocean without a kiwi-sized chunk of my lower-left butt cheek' to replace the rather nebulous term 'exploratory bite.

If I try to be like him who will be like me?

I think very highly of myself. I think I'm capable of a lot of things on the field.

A gun doesn't have the brain to hate with, or a finger to pull the trigger, so the problem isn't the gun.

Gratitude is not a normal feature of political life.

I don't flatter myself - I'm not a scientist, I'm not a conservation expert.

Once the joy of intimacy with God has been experienced, life becomes unbearable without it.

We could overcome the baser aspects of our nature... and give this planet the kind of caretakers it deserves.

The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.

Every rustic who delivers in the village alehouse his slow, infrequent sentences, may help to kill or keep alive the fatal superstitions which clog his race.