I love to entertain. And I love the sound of people enjoying themselves.

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

You know when I feel inwardly beautiful? When I am with my girlfriends and we are having a 'goddess circle'.

I don't know what it means to be a sex symbol. When I look myself on a magazine cover I don't see it as me, but as someone painted, fluffed, puffed and done up.

The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.

I almost resent the whole fashion thing. Good God- never wearing the same thing twice and all of those things. It's a pain in the ass.

Everybody who has ever been snubbed, you know that is very humiliating.