I would not be good with someone who did drugs. As long as I know something, I can deal with anything. I'm really good. But what I'm not good with is inconsistency. And I'm not good with not knowing.

I'd like another child, and maybe if it doesn't work out, I'll adopt.

I feel weird if I can't move my face, and that one time I overdid it, I felt trapped in my own skin.

It's funny, because I never think of myself as Little Miss All-Together.

I'm not going to deny it. I'm a neat person, there's no question. But I don't become obsessed with it.

So many people have so much trouble having kids.

Is marriage for ever? I think you get married with the intention that it will be, but who knows?