I remember being seven and asking my mom if I was as pretty as Monique [my best friend in grade school]. And with all the love in the world, my mom looked at me and said, 'Oh, honey, you're so funny.' So, she doesn't lie to me...she answers the question by not answering and instead tells me what she thinks is my greatest strength.

If we can say, "I loved, and I received a lot of love," then great. That's enough.

I absolutely get more comfortable in my body and my skin as I get older, more than when I was in my 20s.

We’re all with Friends until Friends dies. If one of us goes, we all go. One of us wouldn’t leave. It wouldn’t be the show it is without each of us.

It gets so boring you know just to do the same thing over and over again.

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.

Where would you be without friends? The people to pick you up when you need lifting? We come from homes far from perfect, so you end up almost parent and sibling to your friends - your own chosen family. There's nothing like a really loyal, dependable, good friend. Nothing.