It's sort of interesting how, when you get older, things that were once so important sort of fall away.

I almost envy people who say whatever they want.

At the time, when you're being dissected and judged it's pretty brutal, but in hindsight it's great and - it sounds cliched - you do come out the other side better and stronger.

Look, some people talk about their personal lives a lot; I try not to, unless it's more of a generality.

It's so different when you change your hair color, you're treated so differently. It's a very funny experience. It's fun, I love changing up my hair.

I prefer to just jump into something instead of put it on the back burner, and I suppose that's how I deal with most challenging things. I'd rather just attack it head-on.

I can't deal with someone flashy. That's so not me.