Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.

Sunglasses are like eye shadow: They make everything look younger and pretty

I like the idea of craziness with discipline.

In a meat-eating world, wearing leather for shoes and clothes and even handbags, the discussion of fur is childish.

Don’t sacrifice yourself too much, because if you sacrifice too much there’s nothing else you can give and nobody will care for you.

One is never over-dressed or underdressed with a Little Black Dress.

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.

Youthfulness is about how you live not when you were born.

I don't like standard beauty - there is no beauty without strangeness.

I’m very much down to earth, just not this earth.

Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time, so a beautiful woman from the Belle Epoch is not exactly the perfect beauty of today, so beauty is something that changes with time.

She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.

The past marks on your slate only live on in your memory, if you allow them to remain. They can't affect your future if they're no longer there.

Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?”“I wasn’t, ” he shouts. “I was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it.”Ethan scoffs. “Yeah, you did.”“I’m an idiot.”“Yeah, you are.”“Shut up.

Please give me a single reason why I shouldn't hurl myself beneath the wheels of that bus.

Do my ears deceive me, or can I actually hear the sounds of worms turning? You say a turning worm makes no sound? But how about a chorus of turning worms?

SAFETY NET-ISM: The belief that there will always be a financial and emotional safety net to buffer life's hurts. Usually parents.

I think that the process of figuring out what kind of leader I wanted to be was challenging, because as an actor, you work alone, really.

A society that gives to one class all the opportunities for leisure, and to another all the burdens of work, dooms both classes to spiritual sterility.

Constantly measuring ourselves against others sours and shortens our lives, robbing us of the very things we think it will bring: prosperity, love, inner peace, the knowledge that we’re good enough.

The true is the name of whatever proves itself to be good in the way of belief, and good, too, for definite, assignable reasons.