When you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need.

I grew up on a Christmas tree farm with all this space to run around, and the [freedom] to be a crazy kid with tangled hair.

I feel like my dating life has become a national pastime, and Im not comfortable providing that entertainment anymore.

My dad is a Chatty Cathy, the social butterfly; friendly; knows everybody in the whole world by six degrees; tells me that every performance is the greatest he's ever seen, every new outfit is the coolest. Constant cheerleader.

I became a people-watcher when I lost all my friends when I was 12.

I think, a lot of times when you meet someone, you feel like you need to appear like you're not interested in them so that they'll be more interested in you. But what happens when you start showing him that you actually like him? What's he gonna do then? Play the tape forward; how do you keep a guy like that? I don't want to sign up for that.

I've gotten into this nasty habit of running away from love, but maybe one day I can find the exception to that.