I've had sex, so I'm not wearing white.

I do turn down things that I feel aren't right for me, like when it's some kind of adolescent thing that might typecast me, but I'm not worried about it.

I'm pretty much a loner and I've lived under the radar.

It was like I had a baby and I suddenly started to feel I could play anything.

The only time he cries is if he’s hungry. We all have nipples. I don’t care who I offend; my baby wants to eat. If I can’t get a cover over me quick enough, so be it.

I go from being hugely hopeful and entertaining to... really not. I'm not manic depressive, but I can really go to the darker side.

I don't always know how to communicate. I think I get a bit unfiltered and a bit strange to people.