I don't like being stagnant. I want to continue to grow and just be better at what I do, and the only way to do that is to keep stepping outside of your comfort zone.
I had a gypsy upbringing, so I moved around all over the place and can't remember a street I grew up on.
I have three closets in my bedroom.
I want to try doing sportier things, kite surfing and paddle surfing - I think it would give me that extra confidence.
I'd like to win an Oscar.
My heart is closer to acting than singing. It's always been that way.
I try to not read about myself. I think it's easier to have it out of sight and out of mind.
I've had many nicknames over the years: V, Nessa, Nessy Poo, Nessy Bear and Van. Only my parents call me Van, though, and I hate it. I get embarrassed.
I used to go to Cold Stone Creamery, get a tub of Butterfinger ice cream, and eat it all before bedtime. And my fingers were permanently stained orange from Cheetos.
We are enslaved by anything we do not consciously see. We are freed by conscious perception.
I mean, if someone asked for my birth certificate, I'd get my baby book and hand it out and say 'Here it is.'
Simultaneous recording with superimposed ionization chambers and Wilson chambers, ionization chambers and sets of counting tubes, has not yet been carried out.
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
Perseverance, secret of all triumphs.
The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.
The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling.
Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.
Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
