This [my backside] is still very, very big.

I remember just lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, wondering where they drifted off to after they floated over Texas.

I'm taking time to figure out where I want to go and what I want to do next. In this line of work, you become so defined by your job.

I like to have nice conversations with a man that teach me something, make me mad, make me curious. Then I find him attractive.

I'm attracted to intelligence and creativity and passion - and not necessarily the romantic kind. I want to learn from someone who is greedy for information and light and laughter and the whole world. Someone who celebrates their days and finds inspiration in what other people accomplish.

I won't talk about who I'm dating. Because it's dumb. It leads to nowhere good. I let everybody else in the media do that for me. It takes the responsibility off my shoulders!

Actually, I'm delighted when someone confesses to being surprised to discover something about me. It means I've been very successful in maintaining what is most precious to me - keeping the things that really matter in my life unexposed.