I just think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness. If somebody walks in the room and they're drop-dead gorgeous and sexy, it's really fun to look at. But if someone is giving of their spirit and they make you laugh and feel good, that's a whole other level of beauty.

When they [breasts] are huge, you become very self-conscious...I've learned something though, through my years of pondering and pontificating, and that is: men love them, and I love that.

Sometimes I bust out and do things so permanent. Like tattoos and marriage.

I'm a total control freak and love to participate in the design of every single aspect of life.

I want people to be blown away when I do what they don't expect.

To be honest, I don't have data in my brain of how a relationship with a man is supposed to function.

I love movies, I love being a part of them, and this is the one occupation I love living and playing in and stressing myself out over.