Leaving my house and getting on to a red carpet is always crazy for me, because you have to find a way to be comfortable in the most uncomfortable situation imaginable.

I don't think we spend enough time in silence, just realizing what's floating around in our noggin.

I was a brownie for a day. My mom made me stop. She didn't want me to conform.

I have achieved everything through either hard work or luck.

I go to bed wearing a very baggy one-piece cheetah suit, just because it makes my son laugh. My sexy lingerie has been locked in a drawer for a while.

Women are like ovens. We need 5 to 15 minutes to heat up.

My job is not to talk smack about anything. This is why I dislike strongly doing magazine articles: My personality does not translate to print. People don't read it as sarcasm, and it just comes off badly.