I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.

Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.

I love to go shopping at Target. They have so much stuff there, you can buy almost anything, it's really amazing.

There is no definition of beauty, but when you can see someone's spirit coming through, something unexplainable, that's beautiful to me.

Solitude has its own very strange beauty to it.