My ultimate fantasy is to entice a man to my bedroom, put a gun to his head and say, 'Make babies or die'.

I never weigh myself, but the brutal truth of television is that they don't employ old people or fat people.

How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except the brain?

I'm lucky not to have a nine-to-five job.

You shouldn't run away from your problems, you need to aim straight for the heart of the beast.

Why, when you have a mental disease, is it always considered an act of imagination? Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain?

You have to be great friends and make each other laugh. We laugh a lot and neither is jealous of the other.