I don't regret anything. Everything happens for a reason-it's part of the healing process. Life is a healing process.

I had a friend in the neighborhood whose father had Playboy magazines, and we would go over and look at them. I remember cutting out pictures and hiding them in my room.

I cry every chance I get.

I can’t remember that I was ever looking for anything. I was waiting for something to touch me. It’s like, I’ll be open to it, and see if it moves me. There has to be a "falling in love" moment.

I think that as human beings we tend to compartmentalize, and we have a selective morality based on the situation we're in.

I have to admit, a manicured look works for me.

The secret of my success is my hairspray.