I wear Spanx to smooth things out. I read that Jessica Alba wears them and if she wears them, then so should I.

This is how memories are made... by going with the flow.

I can't help but laugh at all of you writing fake stories about me. I was not in any hit and runs. I don't drink so the DUI is false.

Chris Brown beat you because you're not pretty enough.

I don't care what you say about me if I don't find you physically attractive.

I have no clue [why people say I'm insane]. Every time I've heard it, it came from an ugly person's mouth, so I don't care.

I want a million dollars a year for illegally having my mind read and privacy stolen.

If you're not hot I don't care about you.

I love making people who already hate me hate me more.

I like jewellery because it's forever. Flowers die, chocolates get eaten and lingerie wears out in the wash. Plus, the girl is reminded of you every time she wears it. It's a wise move.

To an ant on the ground, an airplane probably looks like an ant.

Bullying builds character like nuclear waste creates superheroes. It's a rare occurrence and often does much more damage than endowment.

Lord, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love, with all my heart. With all my heart.

My little Renoirs. Matisse describes having seen Renoir make these tiny canvases. When he had finished working, he would use up the color left in his brushes on them.

Life is a great gift, and as we reach years of discretion, most of us naturally ask ourselves what should be the main object of our existence.

It is not a sentimental, but a grimly literal fact that unless we share this terrestrial globe with creatures other than ourselves, we shall not be able to live on it for long.

We should not look at terrorism from the nameplates - ­which group they belong to, what is their geographical location, who are the victims. These individual groups or names will keep changing.

The person who makes promises to everyone ultimately pleases no one.

The freedom the bars give women is not the same freedom a woman on the street or in a brothel has. That's more like imprisonment.

Just because you can't see or imagine a good reason why God might allow something to happen doesn't mean there can't be one.