I hate smiling. It makes me feel weak and powerless and small. I've always been like that; I don't smile in any pictures.

I think that, ah, I'm a very goofy sort of person in many ways.

Hippies believe the world could be a better place. Beatniks believe things aren't going to get better and say the hell with it, stay stoned and have a good time.

People more think of me as a party animal. Which, I am a self-proclaimed party animal, but I'm also the hardest working person you'll ever know. I'd rather have people who are enthusiastic about what I'm doing than like, "Well, I thought we were going to a Miley Cyrus concert and now it's a strip show!"

When I look at myself in the first grade and I look at myself now, I'm basically the same. The temperament is not that different.

I told my mom, 'I'm not buying another magazine until I can get past this thought of looking like the girl on the cover'. She said, "Miley, you are the girl on the cover,' and I was, like, 'I know, but I don't feel like that girl every day.' You can't always feel perfect.