I think I've always wanted to be a role model, and I think ... everyone should try to live their life like they'd like to be a role model. I think it's like the thing keeping me out of jail.

I'm not overweight. I flucuate between chubby and curvy.

I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, picture-hanging man. I don't care if he takes prescription drugs for cholesterol or hair loss.

There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.

I have a thick skin, which comes from being a not-really-skinny, dark-skinned Indian woman. I haven’t fit in every place, and so I’m kind of used to resistance.

I, like most women, I dress for other women, I think. If I was going to dress for men, I think in general I would be just wearing, like, a fitted black T-shirt and tight jeans every day.

If you are going to ask your crush for their phone number, you are one of the small group of women I am so jealous of.

Running is a quick trigger for a good mood. The great thing about endorphins, you don't have to be in great shape to get them.

Sometimes you just have to put on lip gloss and pretend to be psyched.

There's the psychotic ambitious side of myself that wants a fashion line and my own network and be like a combination of Oprah and Gwen Stefani. And have a perfume. Definitely a perfume.

Right now, I'm hankering for new adventures... Ninety percent of the time I'm having romantic-comedy fantasies in which I'm wearing little pencil skirts and hurrying down to the subway.

I am a great scientist.

What’s the worst that could happen?”“Don’t say that!” Bess and Corwin yelled at the same time.“You two are so superstitious.

We are only beginning to learn what to say in a photograph. The world we live in is a succession of fleeting moments, any one of which might say something significant.

The Earth does not belong to us: we belong to the Earth.

I don't want an angry song with no silver lining ending up on my album. Then I'd have to play, or feel obliged to play, that song every night in repetition as a mantra of anger.

Affliction is a mother, Whose painful throes yield many sons, Each fairer than the other.

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.

I'm not one to take revenge. If someone does something wrong to me I leave it in the hands of the universe to take care of that person.

I feel like I know how to write plot.

If the whole world followed you, would you be pleased with where you took it?