I love the smell of diapers; I even like when they're wet and you smell them all warm like a baked good. I love the smell of Balmex. Love it.

I have a fantastic husband. Here's the honeymoon part: I still think he's the funniest, wittiest, most clever man I've ever known.

I feel honor-bound to have a private relationship with my children. And that's not a judgment about anybody else and what they choose. And that's the beauty of living in a democracy, right?

I eat everything. I'm just an eater. If it's free, I honestly eat everything.

Where's the line between professional girlfriend, and just plain professional?

I spent more time playing a person I was not than the person I am.

In a relationship, when does the art of compromise become compromising?