I really never break the rules. I'm not scared to say what I think or if I really disagree with something then I'll say it, but I'm not kind of like a born rebel.

IT IS TIME THAT WE ALL SEE GENDER AS A SPECTRUM INSTEAD OF TWO SETS OF OPPOSING IDEALS.

There's nothing wrong with being afraid. It's not the absence of fear, it's overcoming it. Sometimes you've got to blast through and have faith.

Both men and women should feel free to be sensitive. Both men and women should feel free to be strong... It is time that we all perceive gender on a spectrum not as two opposing sets of ideals.

Gender equality, historically has been predominantly a women's movement for women. But I think the impact of gender inequality and how it's affecting men hasn't really been addressed.

My idea of sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can wonder.

Hermione uses all these big long tongue twister words. I don't know what she's going on about half the time!

I have collections of quirky things from places I've been to, like a set of Russian dolls.

I don't have makeup on all the time, but when I want, I have fun with my friends choosing clothes and putting nail polish on.

Feeling beautiful has nothing to do with what you look like. I promise.

All I can do is follow my instincts, because I'll never please everyone.

Names and knowledge change, the way the turningworld brings color or deep shadows, without a soundeven as soft as the twist of a key in a lock.

I live by never saying what if?...

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

Without democracy there is no freedom. Violence, no matter who is using it, is always reactionary.

Great coaches are great humanitarians. They really care for the athlete as people first and athletes second. This is paramount in gaining respect.

My mind struggled to formulate a coherent though, any thought. I opened my mouth. "Your pajamas have Eeyore on them." "I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.

Ah, God! what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire. He sleeps with clenched hands; and wakes with his own bloody nails in his palms.

The wish precedes the event, the will accompanies it.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.