It really isn't anybody's business how many people we have working for us. What's offensive is that I'm portrayed as this prima donna with these sycophants telling me how great I am all the time. Yes, they do work for me, but we're working together for a higher good.

Not caring more about what other people think than what you think. That's freedom.

When one person is enslaved, we’re all enslaved.

Like many people, I think I'm my own worst critic. And I think I take a lot out in an internally abusive way, looking at how I measure up, which usually was never enough. I never, never was as good as someone else.

I truly believe you can't buy your way into genuine love. You can surely buy companionship, but I don't think [love] has a price tag on it.

I don't read reviews, and I don't include the press as part of my priorities or as part of the world that has any validity to what's really important to me.

While I don't think that Twitter is really an appropriate place for someone who seriously needs help, it shows the impact that we can have when we collectively come together to support someone.