I’m fast. To give you a reference point. I’m somewhere between a snake and a mongoose. And a panther.

I am running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good.

There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that kind of the point?

I’m dead inside.

Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

May your hats fly as high as your dreams.

I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.

This morning I saw a YouTube video with a puppy riding a motorcycle. So my bar for stunning is pretty high.

I am Beyoncé, always.

Good managers don’t fire. They hire and inspire.

I’m an early bird and I’m a night owl. So I’m wise, and I have worms.

Saved a life. My own. Am I a hero? I really can’t say, but yes.

I am about to do something very bold in this job that I’ve never done before: try.

I consider myself a good person… but I’m gonna try to make him cry.

I don’t hate it. I just don’t like it at all. And it’s terrible.

You know what they say? Fool me once, strike one but fool me twice, strike three.