Acting makes you look at life and try to understand it in a beautiful way.

I try to think about optimism. I try to look at the beautiful things in life.

Photoshop makes things look beautiful just as you have special effects in movies. It's just a part of life.

There are so many beautiful girls who aren't photogenic. In real life, half the models you see look really hideous.

I think I will be able to, in the end, rise above the clouds and climb the stairs to heaven, and I will look down on my beautiful life.

Kids are more rewarding than anything in life. They are the most enthusiastic, honest people in the world. And so beautiful. They look at me like an old friend.

I'm not attached to things at all. I'm very lucky to have quite a few beautiful things, but if I look back at my life, I was often happiest when I had very little.

If you book the same models that look and act the same in every show - I get the continuity, and it is beautiful to see, but there's also no life to it. I'm personally not a fan of that.

I look back on my 20s. It's supposed to be the prime of your life, the most vital, the most beautiful. But you're making your critical decisions and sometimes your most critical mistakes.

They see me wheeling around in a beautiful gown, and they realize you can look elegant, and you can lead a happy life in a wheelchair. I know I've helped handicapped people, because I've received many comments.

Standing on soil feels so much different than standing on city pavement; it lets you look inward and reflect and see who you really are, while you see a beautiful, unspoiled land as far as the eye can see. It allows your inner life to grow.

One of the beautiful things about having kids is I had no idea how much it will make you look into yourself and who you are and what you believe in and what your past was like and all that kind of stuff. I think it's made me really look at life in a much more intense way.

In my books, there is no 'ugly duckling turning into a beautiful swan' syndrome because if you look at the Hansel and Gretel syndrome, it was a mistake. It wasn't a duckling, it was a cygnet, and that's why it turned into a swan. The duckling should with any luck turn into a nice clucking duck and get on with its life. Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!

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