I resent having to prove that I'm not a retard.

I'm so suspicious of boys-slash-men. I just don't like them or trust them.

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.

Having been in a relationship since I was 18, I'm very domestic, but I don't enjoy cooking for myself. I don't mind cooking for other people... But I don't like cleaning or washing dishes, although I don't mind doing laundry.

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

I'm not trying to take Cate Blanchett down.

I'll starve to death before I'll cook for myself. I think I could survive a week without eating.