"You screw me, I screw you back. I'm a lady like that."

"I'm a salty, greasy girl. I give every french fry a fair chance. Could you just lay some lard in my belly?"

"I've never been a fluffy sort of woman."

"Every casting director I've met is a woman."

"In the story shoes are just a metaphor for what these girls go through...the grass is always greener and everyone always wants to be in somebody else's shoes; they don't want to be in their own."

"Girls can do anything, for sure. Even running in the mud in heels."

"I had some tough times...i did some bad shit...but i'm still the same girl i used to be"

"Don't treat me like a little girl."

"It's rare for anyone to value the opinions of a teenage girl."

"I just think they're really insecure about themselves sometimes. I know all the girls, but we all work a lot and don't have time to hang out together. They're all really nice; I've never had a problem with any model."

It was a large voice, and she was a little girl. You know, we were Mutt and Jeff onstage.

I am the original Material Girl.

People in general are used to seeing me as the naughty girl because that's what they've always cast me as.

“What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.”

“All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the same.”

“A girl doesn’t need anyone that doesn’t need her.”

“She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know.”

“If I play a stupid girl and ask a stupid question, I’ve got to follow it through, what am I supposed to do, look intelligent?”

“No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they’re pretty, even if they aren’t.”

I feel sure that no girl would go to the altar if she knew all.

A girl phoned me the other day and said... 'Come on over, there's nobody home.' I went over. Nobody was home.

A girl phoned me the other day and said, 'Come on over. There's nobody home.' I went over. Nobody was home.

I've always felt heroic about my life... As a child, I remember little girls in the playground moaning about how boys could do more than they could. I didn't think that was the case at all. My parents didn't treat me as a girl.

I, with millions of other Americans, have the same dream Martin Luther King Jr. had; when I wake up I wish some of the things I dreamt would be true. I wish that little black and white boys and girls would hold hands without being shocked at their nearness to each other and say in a natural way, "we have overcome.