When other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers I kind of wanted to be a vampire.

The mind wants to forget because it weighs so much on the heart and soul. I am tired of crying and feeling so helpless. I want to breathe again -just for a little while.

My earliest memories are of my brother, pointing the home video camera at me and saying, "C'mon, Ange, give us a show!" Neither of my parents ever said, "Be quiet! Stop talking!" I remember my father looking me in the eye and asking, "What are you thinking? What are you feeling?" That's what I do in my job now - I say. "OK, how do I feel about this?" And I immediately know, because that's how I grew up.

If I make a fool of myself, who cares? I'm not frightened by anyone's perception of me.

I always hate speculation on the news, so I don't want to be somebody who speculates.

When other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers I kind of wanted to be a vampire.

No, no, no, I've just grown up too much to be hurt by what people's opinion of my love life is.