It's incredibly difficult to keep a healthy body image in this business.

You need to eat normally and healthfully, and you need to exercise. I'm so passionate about this because I think people spend their lives not happy in their bodies.

You know, true love really matters, friends really matter, family really matters. Being responsible and disciplined and healthy really matters.

My hope is that if I take good care of my skin and use Botox, I won't have to use anything else.

Being responsible and disciplined and healthy really matters.

One of the strangest things about being an actor is that people you don't know feel that they are allowed to comment on your hair, body, clothes, relationships.

There's so many young women today who look so lost. And I feel like, of course they're lost. They have no one around them to give them real, authentic reflection.

Never say never. I always want to look like myself - that's key for me. I don't want to look like a different person, I don't want my face frozen.

I thought, I hate the thought of a 12, 13 or 14 year-old girl seeing a picture of me and thinking she'll do what I did.

If it's not working before you get married, marriage isn't going to fix it.

When I'm feeling sorry for myself, I'll eat Lucky Charms cereal. I like having sugar when I'm in that mood.

You must continue to press your way to glory

That would be the greatest misfortune of all! -- To find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate! -- Do not wish me such an evil.

What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.

90% of people are in jobs they hate and are bitter about their lives and scratching about for money. That's my worst nightmare.

Anything that we can destroy, but are unable to make is, in a sense, sacred, and all our 'explanations' of it do not explain anything.

There is no stronger bond of friendship than a common enemy.

I smiled, I waited, I was circumspect; O never, never, never write that I missed life or loving.

What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells?

Who can rest until the moment of action?

Who would complain if God allowed one hour of suffering in an entire lifetime of comfort? Why complain about a lifetime that includes suffering when that lifetime is a mere hour of eternity?