I like Doritos. I'm usually watching 'The Biggest Loser' eating Doritos.

I'm done with men... I'm going to be alone. I have no luck with relationships. I don't think I'm made for marriage.

I no longer scramble blindly through hardship. I no longer emerge from a bad time feeling relieved just to have survived. Instead of despairing, I try to find the lesson within the experience.

Women slave for their hair! It's all about how we compare ourselves to other women, how we size ourselves up.

Throughout my career I have been talked out of things I wanted to do, and when I look back, I think I should have followed my instincts.

Here's the thing - you can't be careful about what you pick because what looks like on paper is going to be a great script has often turned out to be a disaster, so there's no way to know what's going to work or to pick the right thing.

When I was younger, living in an all-black neighborhood the other kids thought I was better than them because of my light skin and straight hair. Then we moved to an all-white neighborhood and that was a culture shock ... I'd been used to being around all black kids.