It's not easy trying to navigate your internal world in the public eye.

As wild as I was, when the cops show up, and suddenly you're being handcuffed, it's so deeply shocking and terrifying, the loss of freedom.

I often think my boyfriend is going to leave me just from seeing how I talk to the dog. But you know, when you are talking to your dog, you are accessing this softer side of you. Everything else melts away.

My hair is such a statement that it's like a neon sign asking for trouble.

You compare yourself to somebody who you think is a peer, and you can totally lose the plot, and not understand that you are nothing like them in the first place, and it was never you versus anybody.

I have a theory that self-made, first-generation actresses don't feel entitled to success.

Life is not for the faint of heart.