I do a lot for PETA. I do a lot of things I think are really important, I volunteer at school and I'm still amazed I can pay my bills because I feel like I don't work that much, I really don't.

My little circle of friends know how twisted my brain is. I'm constantly reading and people always think, 'Ah, we didn't know that about you,' but that's part of my charm.

I'd rather bare skin than wear skin.

You can Google everyone now, you don't have to peek through a window or wait till she leaves her house. You can look at her Instagram, she's takes selfies, posting images of her body parts for everyone to see. She seeks followers and craves attention to define her self worth. It's a dead end addiction to fame.

My refrigerator is full of kale and greens. I can't imagine something greasy, or eating meat.

People always tell me, 'Reinvent yourself, re-this, re-whatever.' I haven't reinvented myself. It's an honest evolution. I've always been authentic.

My father is a great grandfather. He's a wonderful grandfather, but he's a terrible husband.