A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face.

She looked like she was dying. Her hands were black, her lips were black, her face was purple.

Isn't it so weird the day you wake up and you're just going with the flow? And you just suddenly are a mom.

If I spread myself too thin, I'm not a good actor, I'm not a good mother, and I'm just really high-strung - and everybody hates me.

Smoking sucks! The one thing I would say to my kid is, 'It's not just that it's bad for you. Do you want to spend the rest of your life fighting a stupid addiction to a stupid thing that doesn't even really give you a good buzz?'

I like predictability because I know what I'm getting into.