You know, it doesn’t matter how beautiful you are, if you don’t have anything interesting to say, then you’re still boring.

One day I realized that it didn't matter whether people loved me or not.

I feel the same way I did when I was in school. I'm having the same insecurities.

Somehow or another, my mother taught me to push through my fear, always. Feel the fear and do it anyway.

I've got no timetable. I'm sort of sick of timetables, to be honest.

I don't find any kind of tension very productive, I find it destructive, actually.

I have a temper on me that could hold back tides.