It's hard to be someone that people talk about and write about, you know? They don't know me.

Right now Jack lives with me. Jack is my Jack Russell. I also have a Yorkie named Ginger, but Jack and Ginger can't be in the same place at the same time because she is very jealous. Even if Jack's not in the same state, she would growl if she heard his name.

Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff.

You really just want to know that somebody loves you for you. Sometimes you feel like an ATM machine with a wig on it.

I try not to be a jerk. I really do. I try to be nice and cordial.

We have to go through certain things in order to appreciate life and learn lessons.

You talk to people and they seem really nice and then you read what they write and it's very disillusioning. You have to deal with how people let you down in terms of that. Because I think I'm basically a nice person and I think I'm a real person, and a lot of people aren't.