You are always learning; there is a lot of grey; don't take things for granted.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

I'm more of a tomboy than anything and then you see your name on these Top 50 Most Beautiful People lists and you're like, 'What?'

I'll say it loud and say it proud. I'm completely insane.

Something happens to people around fame and power and money - it can bring out the worst and best in people; it's a monster you have to tame.

I knew that because of who I am, and the situation I'm in, that I'd attract more critics than your average person, and that was a little intimidating, but I wanted to get out there and pay my dues.

Anytime I was in Memphis with my dad and at the house, I was happy. That was, like, a given. It was what I lived for. And I still feel the same excitement and warmth.

I was very protective of my father and I didn't like these people who hung around outside all day. They creeped me out.

I want to pave my own path artistically.

I like Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Tender. The black-and-white films. With music, I tend more toward the '70s stuff because I was at the shows for those, so they bring back memories.

I live with the things that I love: art, furniture, and objects that I have collected throughout my travels.

The world is progressing and resources are becoming more abundant. I'd rather go into a grocery store today than a king's banquet a hundred years ago.

My music is L-O-V-E because it's a gift, and you only give something when you feel it deeply.

In believing too much in rationality, our contemporaries have lost something.

I cannot allow another man to take what I already consider mine.

My first job was working in a dress shop in Los Angeles in 1940, for $7 a week.

All nations teach their children to be "patriotic", and abuse the other nations for fostering nationalism.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

Most prisons are of our own making. A man makes his own freedom, too.

I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.

In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?