I quit acting when I was 11 because I was cast as a bouncing ball in 'Alice in Wonderland,' and I felt slighted and wounded.

I wish that author [ E. L. James] all the success in the world. It's just not for me.

I'm ridiculous in my oversharing; my mom and sister are very open but a little more judicious than me... and my father is a decidedly private person.

At my age, no one is married, no one has kids, no one has a career.

I deserved kisses. I deserved to be treated like a piece of meat but also respected for my intellect.

I think some people are really connected to who they were as children. And some people aren't.

I have been envious of male characteristics, if not the men themselves. I'm jealous of the ease with which they seem to inhabit their professional pursuits: the lack of apologizing, of bending over backward to make sure the people around them are comfortable with what they're trying to do. The fact that they are so often free of the people-pleasing instincts I have considered to be a curse of my female existence.