Every morning I stay in bed for ten minutes to ponder my place in the universe. Then I wash my face and check my karma.

I still, at hotel rooms, I do this one sort of not-so-cool thing: continually shoving my room service tray in front of someone else's door. Because I don't want the remnants. I don't want to be caught, like, being like the pig that I was at two in the morning.

I never want to get to the point where it's all about my needs, and the hell with anybody else.

I believe you can be the person that you dream of being.

I never have been insecure, because I see what a waste it is. I know there is a solution to insecurity. I don't tend to be thrown by problems that don't have solutions. And insecurity has a wealth of alternatives.

I'm not a very organized person for being uber work-obsessed. I struggle to keep it all organized because everything can become important and, when you have so many spinning plates, they sometimes can cancel each other out because you lose track of everything.

When I lay my head on the pillow at night I can say I was a decent person today. That's when I feel beautiful.