I do believe that we all are, fundamentally, divided creatures. Emotions split from intellect, spirit from flesh and far too often sexuality is disconnected from what we feel, and are, as total human beings. But how, for example, can anyone have an understanding of the virgin if they don't also have an understanding of the prostitute, the saint and sinner in one body?

My father was a preacher in Maryland and we had crab feasts - with corn on the cob, but no beer, being Methodist - outside on the church lawn.

I don't know what a shrink would call me. I don't want to know.

Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They're like bull elks in a field.

I'm a grown woman. I've earned my experiences, my scars.

I'm not very social when I'm off the promo trail, because I step into wife and mother mode. It's very reclusive.

Sometimes, I think Trent just needs a cup of hot chocolate and a blankie.