You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you.

I have always loved children. I've been fantasizing about motherhood since I was probably 2 ½. I loved to babysit my cousins, and nieces, you know.

I feel privileged that people are looking up to me and perhaps a dream will be born because of my presence.

To be human is to seek perfection, and find joy in never attaining it.

I dress according to how I feel.

I would love to have a career that's governed by the material; I always want to be part of stories that I feel are worthwhile.

I used to enjoy doing silly walks on the street with my friends. Like, you know, you're walking, and then you break out in something completely ridiculous, to kind of spook out the person walking by you. I can't really do that anymore.