I am obsessed with ice cubes. Obsessed.

I feel like some of my baby fat is going away, and that’s not just physically, it’s psychologically. I think that your body is in tune with your mind and your spirituality and your heart. If things are going better, I just think you look better.

That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that youre supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.

I think that we all have to have that rite of passage of dating the tortured artist who seems cooler than we think we are; we aspire to be like them, and we're excited that somebody is turning us on to new music or a new lifestyle.

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

I don't have a long, drawn-out Joan Crawford beauty routine. I'm not like, "Yes, I wake up and first I put ice on my face." I do it in a taxi on my way to a meeting. Traveling is my makeup routine. I do it in a car ride, and I'm that asshole on the road who's doing her mascara in the mirror.

I aspire to be that, to be a voice of reason one day.