I just can't go to the mall. It bothers me that I can't be outside very often.

I think it's cool to come out of somewhere where you're being pushed into this mold and then you figure out in that who you are.

Pity is a really odd thing with abused women. You don't want anyone to think that you feel bad - even though you might.

When I'm about to blow the candles on my birthday cake and everybody is telling me I must make a wish, I just go into a tailspin. I'm thinking: what do I wish?, and I just can't seem to think about anything. Then I close my eyes, take a deep breath and there comes my wish. I don't know how to explain what goes on inside of me, but that's what happens: breathing is the key to understand what's really important to me.

I also have that desire to blurt stuff out, but I've learned I can't do that. Not when you realise the whole world is listening. That's why perhaps I look so uncomfortable in interviews at times.

I'm approaching the idea of taking on a responsibility as great as saying, "I'm good enough to be in your movie." It's a huge statement to make, and every time I do it, I think, "Is this the right choice?"

Females want other females to be really strong, so there are a whole lot of scripts that are basically just male parts renamed as a girl.