I'm a wife and a mother. I don't want to be immature; I have to be ready at all times.

It doesn't matter what people say or what the rules say or what you're supposed to do, you go after what's in your heart.

I think it's important to love what you do and have a good time with it. I go to work every day and have a blast.

I can take a newspaper and make it a lethal weapon.

I'm a girl in boy's clothing. I like to get a little rough. I prefer mud to makeup. That's me in a nutshell.

I like a man who can come out and say he's nervous on the first date. I think that would be really cute.

I never thought I would be one of those wacky chicks who say, 'I loved my labor,' but I loved every part of it. It was the best day of my life.

NFL cheerleading is harder than most people think. They train up to six hours every day with games on Sundays. They gave me a great work ethic.

I know it sounds weird, but my definition of 'sexy' has changed as I've gotten older. And being smart and informed makes me feel sexier than any outfit.

I'm a tomboy myself and have always been incredibly athletic.

I actually got more attention from one episode of 'The Sopranos' than I did from two years of 'The L Word.'

you can't say civilization dont advance, in every war they kill you in a new way

HARV, can you help at all here?” I asked, spinning downward.“I am writing your obituary. Well, not so much writing it as updating it, ” HARV told me.If I lived, I was going to kill HARV.

That's why there's a devil—to judge the priests.

Is not where I live happily ever after, or who with. It's the fact that I live happily ever after.

I feel like really thinking about art and really appreciating it and learning the language of it just makes you more of a connoisseur. I believe that.

To err is human; to forgive, infrequent.

The fallacy is to believe that under a dictatorial government you can be free inside

I've gone through many, many things. I tell you something, that if it doesn't kill you, you get stronger.

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No mortal has a right to wag his tongue, much less to wag his pen, without saying something.