The only place I am recognized all the time is in L.A. and otherwise, it's only about once a day. I feel pretty anonymous.

I think that's the real shame: We spent the last 48 hours talking about these disgusting, disgusting comments and disgusting behavior instead of talking about hurricane relief or what's going on in Flint, Michigan. It's just appalling to have to be dealing with such nonsense and such disgusting, you know, criminal speech.

My dad's a doctor, and when I was 8, I went to one of his medical conferences where they were demonstrating laser surgery on a chicken. I was so mad that a chicken had to die, I never ate meat again.

One of the most exiting things about being pregnant is that I just am accepting the complete unknown; it's a complete mystery and miracle.

Even my life's not normal because I'm acting, right?

Sometimes just watching a person doing the things they would only do at home lets you know who they really are.

I have nice ears. I have no lobes, which was disappointing for a while, but I've gotten over it and learned to love them. Being lobeless isn't the end of the world