My car is always black. I really struggle with red cars. I don't want to attract too much cop attention.

What I like to do is to give my real name in Starbucks but be really hostile each time, as if they're asking me something that I've never heard in my life. I give them a really dirty look, "Really? It's Natasha. Okay?" Like I've never been to Starbucks before. Each time. I enter the premises looking for combat.

I have a pretty fancy facialist, this woman Dale Breault. Getting older, it's a good thing to have a serious facialist.

I'm somebody who believes in funny things, and laughing, but I do like for them to come from a place that addresses the human condition.

In my experience of living, for a time, in the underbelly of society, I spent a lot of time in various holding cells.

Over time, you realize that even the things that are most high stakes kind of resolve themselves.

There are epic downsides to living a somewhat public life. The upshot of that is there's nothing to hide. It's a relief in a way. There's nothing about me that can't be said.