My thinking about plastic surgery is this. I haven't had it, but never say never. Because when you do, you are definitely going to go there.

I build a wall around myself. I'm hard to get to know. Any trait you have, it gets worse as you go along.

My mother was really my partner in every project that I had. She was just the great enabler of my dreams.

I don’t think that because I’m not married it’s made my life any less. That old-maid myth is garbage.

What is perfection, anyway? It's the death of creativity.

We can't save the past or solve the riddle of love. But to me, it's worth trying.

My mother was a listener. I'm a talker. I'm very comfortable talking.