I used to get a shiver if I thought about holding balloons, because I was scared of floating away.

Do they think I'm on drugs? That I have a life-threatening illness? That I'm anorexic? Emotionally, it doesn't get easier to hear those criticisms - but it gets easier to be resolute about my reaction to it.

It pisses me off to think we're conditioned to push away bad feelings and think anything that's uncomfortable is to be avoided. When things are really bad nowadays, I recognize the value in it because it's me filling my quota- it's going to make my joy more intense later.

I used to love to make things - you couldn't drag me away for dinner because I was always writing a story or something.

Sometimes interviews are fun and good conversations, but stuff like photo shoots and appearances at places where you have to meet a lot of people - I was never really made for this kind of stuff.

Come on. I got drunk when I was like 5.

Categories are gibberish to me. I understand - it helps people organize their thoughts. But you can't go too far with it.