When I was 18 years old I went to Shakespeare Company, the school, and I wrote a poem about my leaves - I felt like a tree that had no leaves. That is the life at 18.

My boyfriend calls me 'princess', but I think of myself more along the lines of 'monkey' and 'retard'.

I love cooking and one of my favourite things to do with my husband is open up the refrigerator.

People think, 'Wow, you're an actress, so people must be really nice to you and kiss your ass.' NOBODY kisses my ass.

As human beings we're so cynical, so uncompassionate.

I think any time anybody says something nasty about you, it's hard to deal with it.

I have a husband and four rescue dogs. There is no option of no dogs on the bed. This is how I know my husband will be a good father someday. The pit bull sleeps on top of my husband. On top of him! He has to remove her sometimes because she snores too loudly into his ear and he can't take it. But he moves her in such a cute, gentle way, and he doesn't care about fur on the bed.