I very often have night terrors. Just think of the worst possible situation, and it's a regular thing for me. I've died in my sleep twenty-three different ways.

Sometimes I've sat outside, not to tan, but as a result of that I ended up tanning slightly.

Desire is individual. Happiness is common.

It's not like I wake up and songs flow out of me.

Don't you dare get to the top and not know what to do.

I have to say, I'm good with gifts. If I find something perfect for a certain person, I'll just get it and put it away in a kind of nook under my bed - a little gift hutch, if you prefer.

I mean, I guess you could say I'm a bit of a perfectionist.