Divas Are Not Made, They Are Born.

I Had Really Bad Obsessive-compulsive Disorder. At Its Worst, I Was Compelled To Leave My House At Three O'clock In The Morning And Go Out In The Alley Because I Just Knew That The Paper-towel Roll I Threw In The Recycling Bin Was Uncomfortable, Like It Was Lying The Wrong Way, And I Would Be Down In The Garbage.

Nothing That You Do Will Ever Feel Good If You Let People Convince You That You Have No Choice.

What Will An Angel Say That The Devil Wants To Know?

The Only Reason That It Takes Me Seven Years To Do Stuff Is Because I Just Don't Really Have A Plan.

I Dare Anybody To Look At Me And Say I'm Anorexic. I'm So Totally Not.