No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.

At first the kid kicking the back of my airplane seat was enraging. Then I imagined it was a broken massage chair and I kinda liked it.

One good thing about being locked in a cage: No responsibility!

He resisted for a while and there were some legal boundaries, you know, keeping me from being near him or his family, but in the end, love overcame. And I got what I wanted. I always get what I want.

I'd hate to be a writer forever and never perform, and I'd hate to perform and not write. I get sad if time has passed and I haven't written or made anything. I'm an artist.

I would love for people to know that the label feminist is something that everyone should wear proudly, because it just means that you support women.

Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.