I cringe inside when anybody gives me something. I don't know why. I just get embarrassed.

I tell my friends married life is boring, but that's just a fun thing to say to make single people feel better.

I strangely feel better before I go through hair and makeup. Maybe that's just because I feel like me.

I find it so ironic that all you do, for the earliest part of your life, is try to be like everybody else. And then you turn 30, and you realize all you want to do is distinguish yourself in some way.

Come little children, I'll take thee away into a Land of Enchantment. Come little children, the time's come to play here in my Garden of Magic.

I got to thinking about relationships and partial lobotomies. Two seemingly different ideas that might just be perfect together - like chocolate and peanut butter.

I don't feel that my life, my professional life, is married to a reliance upon Instagram.