I never wore a stich of make-up until I got to America. I lived in a world of fantasy it was made up of imaginary friends and make believe lovers. I was also teased a lot for being different because I was shy, solitary, distant and melancholic.

Making love in the morning got me through morning sickness. I found I could be happy and throw up at the same time.

I'm known for my handwritten notes.

Being halfway through my life, I think we start feeling less invincible and we start thinking more about the important things.

Eventually you just have to realize that you're living for an audience of one. I'm not here for anyone else's approval.

Confining marine animals to tanks and separating them from their families and their natural surroundings, just so people can watch them swim in endless circles, teaches us far more about humans than it does about animals - and the lesson is not a flattering one.

People who wear fur smell like a wet dog if they're in the rain. And they look fat and gross.