I wanted to be a meteorologist. I wanted to be a marine biologist.
It’s not witch-crafty or anything! I suggest it to all moms!
Am I being typecast as a horrible person? I don’t know. I don’t think so. But if it happens, I’d rather get to play that, because there’s nothing fun about being sweet. Sweet can be so boring, so I’d be happy staying away from that.
I have that thing in my stomach where I just need to keep striving for things. In my mind, I want the fairy tale.
I went to a party at the Playboy Mansion once. For a Halloween Party. And everyone wasn’t in costume, or if they were they were little bunnies or something, and I went as Michael Jackson.
Crows follow me wherever I go.
It’s something I was very hesitant about, but we’re the only mammals who don’t ingest our own placentas. It’s not witchcrafty or anything! I suggest it to all moms!
Why not show off if you’ve got something to show?
I prefer to remain mysterious and have people MAKE their own judgment calls about me than to always have to EXPLAIN who I am and what I’m about.
If everything always went perfectly, I would feel like, When is the ball going to drop? Because good things don’t always last. Maybe I’m a pessimistic person. When something just seems too good, I can’t believe it.
If I could do one thing over I’d have been nicer to my parents.
Going to New York to do whatever – show business – it just seemed fun. It seemed fun to go to the big city and meet all kinds of different people and maybe be famous. It was just exciting. So I wasn’t scared.
I lived in a town of 400 until I was like nine or ten. My dad coached all the sports – he was a gym teacher and health teacher for grades K-12.
I choose roles that are not me.