As soon as you tell me to do one thing, I do the opposite. As soon as someone tells me not to get any more tattoos, I have this intense fire burning inside me to cover myself with them. I don't care if it's self-destructive. I just have that need to rebel.

I think you accidentally learn things in high school that turn out to be life lessons when you are able to step back a bit and study them in more depth.

My weight fluctuates constantly—I don't really take good care of myself. I just sort of exist and survive.

Even when I'm trying to be straightforward and honest and my comments are innocent, inevitably they get turned into something sort of salacious.

When I talk about my husband, I feel as if people roll their eyes. It's like when you're 16 and order a martini, and the waiter says, 'Do you think I'm stupid?'. They can't grasp that I'm old enough to be married.

But me contradicting a news story is not going to make my words fact. It will just create a new news story.

I feel intimidated by fashion.