I work. I have a life. There's not much to tell.

I can't give more than I have. It doesn't matter if I am the most beautiful person in the room. There is inevitably going to be somebody way shinier and more tan than my pasty self.

I never tried to use anything besides my own sweat and blood and talent to get somewhere.

It's me. I'm the thing that needs to be fixed. I'm the thing that needs to be handled. I'm the scandal. And the best way to deal with a scandal is to shut it down.

My gut tells me everything I need to know.

I don’t want normal and easy and simple. I want painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love.

I work. I have a life. There's not much to tell.