I love nerds. Comic-Con junkies are the tastemakers of tomorrow. Isn't that funny? The tables have turned

We as human beings are slightly masochistic. Everybody is ridden with insecurities and they manifest themselves in different ways, whether you're a pleaser, you're mean, you're super-duper sweet and get walked on, or you're a gossip that talks about someone else.

I came out of the make-up trailer with 400 whiteheads on my face and they were like, "Kristen, come on!" I was like, "What? It's realistic! I had whiteheads in high school," and they were like, "No, let's just go with regular, standard, run of the mill acne."

It breaks my heart to know that millions of gay Americans still can’t marry the one they love, and I can. That makes no sense.

Your dynamic with everyone will change when you graduate high school. High school is a pit of despair. It's a swirling tornado of insecurities and there's really nothing good about it.

I was never a hammy child. But I could make people laugh.

I don't think there's anything immature about fighting for the underdog and fighting for people who don't have a voice. I have an intense desire to protect people who can't protect themselves.