I like doing accents. One of my friends works in hotel reservations and I'll ring her up and complain about the suite. Sometimes I get her.

I have got one of those faces that change every day: you can dress me up, make me look vampy and then make me look 12 years old. But don't all women do this thing? We all take on these roles.

I have days of self-doubt, but I think the kindest thing I can do to myself is accept where my body is at.

It is a blessing to have pretty people around me. I like people who are sparky, positive. Evil, dark people are repelled by me: Oooh no! Too much sunlight.

I have a history of eating disorders but, as a mother, you think of being an example to your child. I'm so much more balanced than I was.

A pat on the back is six inches away from a kick up the ass.

I have been wearing black, which was a reaction to the Ginger thing. But now I have hopes and I can be anything. Tomorrow I might be naked with a feather boa, who knows?