You don't have to have a language in common with someone for a sexual rapport. But it helps if the language you don't understand is Italian.

RIP George Michael. I can't believe it. Such an incredible singer and a lovely human being, far too young to leave us.

When my world seems to crumble all around, and foolish people try to bring me down, I just think of your smile face, and I'm flying.

I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.

Once you start turning over rocks and reaching out to help people, there's a whole avalanche coming right behind it. And it seems never-ending. But when you see the fruits of your labor, you feel like it's possible.

I know the aspect of my personality, being the vixen, the heartbreaker and the incredibly provocative girl is a very marketable image, but it's not insincere. You just can't take it seriously.

I don't even remember why I called myself an idiot. I can be very harshly critical of myself. It depends on my mood, and obviously it depends on where I am in my life. Yes, embracing myself - I'm working on that.