I don't understand women who try to be glamour queens.

Yeah, I'm nervous. I'm wearing heels in public for crying out loud.

Every single second of every single day... I don't know if I feel like a bad mom, but at the end of the day I'm always plagued with, 'Did I do enough? Should I go in a different direction?'

I realize that once I stopped fighting the technical process of how to move my body, I made it choreography.

I don't want an opportunity to go missing because of my lack of organization.

Ironing is comfort. It's control. I'm a nutty person who likes to make sure everything is in its place.

Great acting may be a turn-on, but it won't make me fantasize about the person for a week.