If you have a therapist who agrees with your every word, then your brain isn't getting proper exercise.

It's funny how something so normal and mundane that you see every day-your body-can be controversial. The shock value is intense. It's like carrying an art piece around with you all the time.

Even if you're only wearing trainers and a vest, eyeliner will instantly transform you. People always look put-together when their make-up's on and their eyes are popping - just ask Amy Winehouse!

Even talking, I'm super-loud. I could never have that kind of meek, little wispy whimsical lavender and lace voice. It comes from my body. There's no way I can fight it.

All this fashion stuff - who's cool now - is just a bigger version of the cool kids versus the nerds.

I'm a great believer in karma and the vengeance that it serves up to those who are deliberately mean is generally enough for me.

I'm passionate about color. My best friend and I sit and look at Pantone books for fun.

I'm not sure that I am able to feel embarrassment.

I've belched a lot more since I had gall bladder surgery. I don't know why.

I'm naturally a mousy blonde, so I dye my hair, and my eyebrows would disappear if I didn't get through at least a pencil a month.

I'm shameless, and I love a pun. There's a lot of Beth puns.

We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?

It is a law of nature that every decent man on earth is bound to be a coward and a slave

For a long time, nobody had figured out Information Architecture, so we all just made stuff up.

In a revolution, as in a novel, the most difficult part to invent is the end.

If they aren't real enough to surprise me, then they aren't real enough to go on the page.

If Ashley Cole is ready we have 15 players for the final. I'll have to choose between Hilario, who's not bad playing forward or I'll bring in one of the kids.

Like many composers, most of my compositions are influenced by the music I've listened to throughout my life.

Have we not huddled in bunkers, while some premonition of tomorrow hung in the air and a comrade started singing? Oh, it felt so melancholy! And it was kitsch.

Comfort and indolence are cronies.

Those who are silent, self-effacing and attentive become the recipients of confidences.