I'm a real stay-at-home mom. I'm really hands-on. Everything else became secondary.

I still, at hotel rooms, I do this one sort of not-so-cool thing: continually shoving my room service tray in front of someone else's door. Because I don't want the remnants. I don't want to be caught, like, being like the pig that I was at two in the morning.

One thing that got me started on it was the jean jacket. It's an item that could make you believe you're in the 50s or punk-rock 70s or grunge 90s. I was really focused on timelessness, and I think music is very timeless.

It's my crusade to help women feel good about themselves.

I am obsessed with ice cubes. Obsessed.

If I die before my cat, I want a little of my ashes put in his food so I can live inside him.

I've always said that one night, I'm going to find myself in some field somewhere, I'm standing on grass, and it's raining, and I'm with the person I love, and I know I'm at the very point I've been dreaming of getting to.