I have a personal ambition to live my life honestly and honor the true love that I've had and also the people I've had around me.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?

I mainly let my imagination be my reality. Fantasy is my reality.

Down on the West Coast I get this feeling like it all could happen.

If my choice is to, I don’t know, be with a lot of men, or if I enjoy a really physical relationship, I don’t think that’s necessarily being anti-feminist. For me the argument of feminism never really should have come into the picture. Because I don’t know too much about the history of feminism, and so I’m not really a relevant person to bring into the conversation. Everything I was writing was so autobiographical, it could really only be a personal analysis.

I only know how to do me, so that's just what I'm going to do.

I believe nothing happens by mistake. You know, the universe has a divine plan. That sounds dramatic.