I know I have an eccentric, obsessive-compulsive side.

Marriage was a goal. A family, for me as a young girl, was my image of what I hoped for. It was part of the big picture.

There's nothing wrong with having a desire to want nice things.

I have a passion for my work, and that sometimes triggers creative conflicts.

For the moment I prefer to be a beautiful woman of my age than try desperately to look 30.

I would say what scares me is that I'm going to ultimately find out at the end of my life that I'm really not lovable, that I'm not worthy of being loved. That there's something fundamentally wrong with me.

When I'm at the greatest odds with my body, it's usually because I feel my body's betraying me, whether that's been in the past, struggling with my weight and feeling that I couldn't eat what I wanted to eat, or that I couldn't get my body to do what I wanted it to do.