I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, 'Hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'Oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'No - I want magenta!'

I came from the last couple of years in a generation where we didn't have a computer around so we didn't waste as much time on the internet as we do now so I had large chuncks of time which to devote to doing something.

I am not in 'Us Weekly.' I'd have to be going out with someone who is in there to be in there myself.

I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts.

And i start sleeping and dreaming and i think i'll dream about you, all through the night.

Might be a quarter life crisis, just disturbin' in my soul.

I feel strikingly domestic. We're in our own world with two busses and trucks.