I was always in the popular crowd, but I really had atrocious teeth. I was encouraged to 'do well in school, 'cause no one's going to marry you!'

You know what lasts longer than beauty? Being smart.

I've dated a number of 'mama's boys.'

We all have to let go of the Prince Charming complex and realize he doesn't necessarily exist in the package we assume he'll come in.

If we can have drones, we can have brown people on TV, and the world won't end! We need to catch up. We are painfully behind.

I can't just say one time of the year I'm going to do something different. I have to commit to a lifestyle behavioral change and just try to be a little bit better today than I was yesterday.

If someone lacked decency or respect, I didn't allow that person to stay in my world.

We give a lot of others significance in our lives even when they don't deserve it. It doesn't matter if they're family or if you've known them forever. If they're not good for you, they've got to go.

You have to be resilient.

When someone who loves and cares about me compliments me, I feel more glamorous than when the flashbulbs are going off on the red carpet.

In Hollywood, you play a mom and instantly, you've got osteoporosis.

All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.

Inexpedient: Not calculated to advance one's interests.

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.

I like doing the comedic episodes because it's refreshing. I enjoy doing comedic things and physical comedy. It's fun.

Talleyrand once said to the first Napoleon that the United States is a giant without bones. Since that time our gristle has been rapidly hardening.

Surrender is to give oneself up to the original cause of one's being.

Prayer is asking for guidance. Meditation is listening to it.

There will be no overall increase in the tax burden whatsoever.

For me, the melancholy of the late XXth Century is walking late at night by the Mont Blanc pen store and seeing these things always strike me as simulacra of luxury items. They seem like fakes.

Perhaps the only limits to the human mind are those we believe in.