You say you're sick and tired of hearing about me? I've got news for you: I'M sick and tired of hearing about me.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

I don't understand the sizes anymore. There's a size zero, which I didn't even know that they had. It must stand for: 'Ohhh my God, you're thin.'

I'm sure men have their own ways of trying to demean one another, but women can be very gossipy and judgmental, and that doesn't help.

Procrastination isn't the problem. It's the solution. It's the universe's way of saying stop, slow down, you move too fast.

I get my dance moves from just moving around and listening to music and not really worrying about if it's perfect or not.

I'm probably the most honest person you'll ever meet - to a fault, like, I-will-hurt-your-feelings honest. I'm sure if I lied about anything, it would have been silly, but I haven't retained that information.