Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I'm still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.

I don't know about understood. I think that unless you are forced to understand - unless it is an issue of yours - you wouldn't bother to.

My fear is that I will be crushed in an elevator and my mother will get hold of my journals from my adolescence.

I went to drama college in England - the Central School of Speech and Drama, in London. I was there for not quite two years, then I got Star Wars.

I enjoy taking jobs that make fun of me - or me as Princess Leia, or me as the writer, or whatever, as some idea.