I am heat obsessed. I crave the heat in my bedroom.

I don't define myself. I'm just a woman in love with another woman.

It was weird to be in a movie that's very clearly a period piece like Killing Reagan, but that's about a time that's within my own memory. That's really weird. And conscious memory, not just vague.

I understand that if I really need my hair to be nice, now I hire someone to do it, and I understand that putting on a pair of heels really makes a difference.

I did an after-school special as my first big thing. It was starring Butterfly McQueen. She was the name. But the real star of it was Robbie Rist, who was that little blond kid who looked like John Denver.

I feel like when I really did my research, I both came to hate Nancy Reagan more.

I think my least healthy habit is running around too much. And I think I'm getting better about it as I'm getting older.