Life isn't a fairy tale, and happy endings are few and far between

Who cares if there are lumps on my thighs? I'm guilty of having human legs made up of fat, muscle, and skin, and sometimes when you sit, they get bumpy!

I'm not going to become anybody I don't want to become

I don't think that I'm modest by any means, but I'm also not an exhibitionist.

All girls hit that phase where they like the bad boy. I grew out of that really young and I have a wonderful guy in my life who's not a bad boy at all. I like the satiric, consistent nice guy.

Part of my becoming a vegetarian was that I would look at my burger, then look at my dogs, and I wasn't able to see a difference.

I think that we, as monkeys, want to live in smaller groups. It's very scary when we're all - as wonderful as it is - connected.