I think I have a disease called spontaneous disclosure. I need to tell everyone my life story instantaneously.

I treat my cheeks like breasts in a push-up bra. I just reach down in there, lift them up and push them together. And they'll stay put if the jeans are tight enough.

If there's cheesecake in the house, I'll have some.

Sleeping is not something I do a lot of.

I'm not a prettier everywoman. I am an everywoman that they clean up awfully well for T.V.

I'm not militant about anything. If there's cheesecake in the house, I'll have some. If I'm in the mood for something, I'll have it. I don't obsess about anything. I could have three or four "cheat days" in a week and then not have dessert for another three months.

I think children are like pancakes. You sort of ruin the first one, and you get better at it the second time around.