I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.

Now I'm being blamed not only for anorexia but for lung cancer.

I want to live my life in a way that when I get really old, I look back at my life and say: aaah I lived it, not survived it.

You have to be yourself, as models come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. There are girls out there who are more voluptuous and they work better for different sorts of stories.

You try and remember, but it never works.

I havent partied since...last Friday!

It sounds really corny but I think that if you're beautiful inside it shows on the outside, for sure.