I'm not ready to be a woman yet. I'd like it if my body were more boyish. Maybe I'll like my curves when I'm older but right now they kind of make me squirm.

I love Vegas. It's like going to Disneyland.

I don't know any woman who doesn't have an anxiety attack about wearing a bathing suit.

I balance things better and don't kill myself so much, but conflict makes me a more interesting actress to watch. The places I go to pull emotions from, I think if you have a perfect, happy life, you just don't have those places. And I want those places. I'm proud of those places.

Because of my crazy work schedule, I have become something of a master at changing my clothes while driving. The men driving next to me love it.

My family didn't have any money growing up. I'm just a girl from the ghetto; from Indio, California.

If I deny myself something, I just get resentful, so what's the point?