When I get down on my knees, it is not to pray.

One thing I've learned is that I'm not the owner of my talent; I'm the manager of it.

Trying to be a professional dancer, paying my rent by posing nude for art classes, staring at people staring at me naked. Daring them to think of me as anything but a form they were trying to capture with their pencils and charcoal. I was defiant. Hell-bent on surviving. On making it. But it was hard and it was lonely, and I had to dare myself every day to keep going.

There are moments when I can't believe I'm as old as I am. But I feel better physically than I did 10 years ago. I don't think, Oh God, I'm missing something.

Ever since my daughter was born I feel the fleetingness of time. And I don't want to waste it on getting the perfect lip color.

I'm not particularly fond of kissing strange men-contrary to popular belief.

There's one thing you can't download and that's a live performance. And I know how to put on a show, and enjoy performing, and I'll always have that.