The Earth reminded us of a Christmas tree ornament hanging in the blackness of space. As we got farther and farther away it diminished in size. Finally it shrank to the size of a marble the most beautiful marble you can imagine.

I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them.

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold everything is softer and more beautiful.

My work always tried to unite the true with the beautiful but when I had to choose one or the other I usually chose the beautiful.

Behaving like a princess is work. It's not just about looking beautiful or wearing a crown. It's more about how you are inside.

Why can't all different types of women be considered beautiful? Why can't we can't we all be considered possible love interests?

God gave me some weird beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy. People compare it to Carvel. It is a whale of a smell.

I feel sorry... for people who've had skinny privilege and then have it taken away from them. I have had a lifetime to adjust to seeing how people treat women who aren't their idea of beautiful and therefore aren't their idea of useful and I had to find ways to become useful to myself.

I don't really care what people tell children - when you believe in Santa Claus the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy one more fib won't hurt. But I am infuriated by the growing notion posited in some touchy-feely quarters that all women are or can be beautiful.

It's always wonderful to get to know women with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh you're seeing the most beautiful thing on God's Earth.