I remember just lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, wondering where they drifted off to after they floated over Texas.

I'm glad folks think I look different, I'm living a different, happy, more fulfilling life, and I'm thrilled that perhaps it shows.

Goodness in other people and what they contribute inspire me. I love it when someone is gifted and shares it in some way so that it has a trickle-down effect.

I like to have nice conversations with a man that teach me something, make me mad, make me curious. Then I find him attractive.

I believe in love, but I don't sit around waiting for it. I buy houses.

I'm not single, I'm busy. That's my line.

Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at 'hello'.

Academics were important to my parents, as immigrants. Education is where it all begins.

My mum, a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks were still the height of sophistication.

Sometimes I wake up at night and go, 'Oh, damn! Here we go again! What were they thinking? They gave me this role; don't they know I'm faking it?

Deep down, I'm a Texas girl looking for that big romance every girl dreams about. Biologically, I look forward to being a cornerstone of a family. I'll be in my glory when I have a child on my knee.

I cannot create greatness as I can only create weak facsimiles. And in sorting through the innumerable facsimiles around me, I will only happen upon true greatness when I happen upon the true God.

We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.

This is what I signed up for. I’m not here going ‘Oh, they’re so mean to me, and it’s so hard for me.’ What I do for a living puts me in the spotlight. They pay me for it.

They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.

He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.

Anxiety is a deep conscious breath away from dissolving.

From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited any readers who chose to make the journey with me to join me on the high wire.

Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.

Goethe's thinking was not rigid with inflexible contours; it was a thinking in which the concepts continually metamorphose.