Every little boy should be so lucky as to turn into me.

That makes me think of spandex-covered football players. It's not me. I'm in rhinestones and velvet, not spandex.

I’ve held onto Ugg boots. I will never graduate to Crocs, but Ugg boots are always and forever. That’s my fashion stepchild.

In spite of all the skills that I do have, to relate to the normal world I have no applicable skills. I can speak Russian, I can speak French. I know about Chanel. Especially vintage Chanel. I know what Halston is. All of these things, but they can't really be applied to a nine-to-five.

My whole career, I've had an issue with always kind of being an underdog and making a big mistake when it counts and falling and having to climb back up. One moment everything will be peachy and everyone will be saying the nicest things about me and loving me, and the next minute I'm the worst, I'm evil, all these things. It's like a fallen angel.

I drink Vitamin Water nonstop - I should have an IV.

I definitely feel like I'm more of an artist than an athlete. But I'm good at both.