People are obsessed. There's an incredibly large group of people that spend most of their time considering other people's lives. It's strange to me.

People are always going to find the ones with the weird like buzz-worthy thing about a movie and like run with it.

You don't know who you will fall in love with. You just don't. You don't control it. Some people have certain things, like, 'That's what I'm going for,' and I have a subjective version of that. I don't pressure myself … If you fall in love with someone, you want to own them - but really, why would you want that? You want them to be what you love. I'm much too young to even have an answer for that question.

I can't wait to be a mom, but I can wait.

I think it's ridiculous that you need to look a certain way to be conventionally pretty.

I don't talk to anybody about my personal life, and maybe that perpetuates it, too. But it's really important to own what you want to own and keep it to yourself.

The first noticeable thing to me about falling in love for the first time is how physical it is. But I've had it a couple times, so it's not just the first time, which is actually encouraging. It's just you feel like you're being ripped in half and it hurts in the best way. And it's like this dropping pole that also floats and it burns and it's cold. It's like just all every contradictory feeling at once imploding.